Satiricus was thrown for a loop. “Cold” was all he could think when he heard Nagga Man had denounced “the fallacies of some notorious bush doctors.” Had he forgotten his hand-appointed OREO of Region Sex, Rum-a-Ya was a “bush doctor”? Now Nagga Man was one of Satiricus’ favourite politicians and he swore there had to be more in the mortar than the pestle.
“Sato me frien’,” said Cappo consolingly as he and Satiricus “threw back” at the Back Street Bar, “Nagga Man nah seh “all” Bush Dackta. He seh “some”.
“But he and Rum-A-Ya grow up in the same village of Whimsey,” protested Satiricus. “He should know that Bush Medicine is part of our culture!”
“Well Budday!” said Cappo cynically, “you frien’ Nagga Man tu’n Town Man laang time now, you know. He fo’get about Bush Medicine.”
“Don’t give me that, Cappo,” replied Satiricus as he took a long swig of his beer. “You know Bush Medicine is one of the biggest items at Bourda and Stabroek Markets.”
“You right, Sato,” said Cappo as he clinked his bottle to Satiricus’. “Because Nagga Man na fo’get Bush Rum! But ah know wha’ really goin’ on.”
“So why didn’t you tell me from the beginning?” Satiricus said exasperatedly.
“Well Sato, you know how upset you does get when t’ings na regula wid KFC!” smiled Cappo. “Me hear Rum-A-Ya want SUV like Nagga Man and Nagga Man vex too bad.”
“But Rum-A-Ya already get his own car and driver he demanded after the elections!” exclaimed Satiricus. “Nagga Man made him ‘OREO’.”
“You miss de p’int Sato, old frien’” said Cappo as he signalled for another round. “Ah na de cyaar. Nagga Man now know Rum-A-Ya t’ink he equal to de Prime Moocher.”
Satiricus face lit up. “So THAT is why the KFC people Councillors with PPCEE Councillors want to vote out Rum-A-Ya!”
“If you grow up in Whimsey, you woulda know two man crab cyaan live in de same hole!” Cappo was grinning. “You standin’ tonight beer, right Sato?”
