Satiricus was perplexed. Why would a school, where parents were shelling out $70,000 every term for their kid to attend, reject an Amerindian boy from wearing his “native” clothes? And this without VAT! Especially also when it was “Culture Day”. He made his feelings known the moment he landed at the Back Street Bar.
“Sato!! Wha’ mek yuh worry suh?” asked Bungi. “De school guh get mo’ student now!”
“Why you think that?” Satiricus asked in a puzzled voice as he took a swig of his beer.
“Sato, w’en yuh guh grow up?” interrupted Cappo. “Some people like fuh feel special.”
“An’ now na only $70,000 school fee guh mek dem special,” continued Bungi. “Now dem know na all kin’ a rich people guh get in!”
“But aren’t you fellas upset about this?” said Satiricus, looking at Hari, for support.
“Listen Sato,” said Hari in his usual quiet tone. “This big-shot school only drew a new line with the Amerindian kid.”
“What line?” asked Satiricus.
“The line that tells you who’re really in control,” said Hari. “Remember when you couldn’t wear that kurta to school?”
“You t’ink dem big shot school really accep’ all abee culcha an’ clothes?” butted in Bungi. “Dem a decide wha’ a de real culcha!”
“That’s right, Sato,” nodded Hari. “They set the standard and we’re all supposed to follow like sheep!”
“Budday! Yuh t’ink me people come fram de boat wid wan kurta?” asked Cappo. “Nah. De come wid wan small piece a clath wrap roun’ dem wais’! Lungi!!”
“And yuh think abee people fram Africa used to wear dem fancy printed clath when dem get cap-cha?” asked Bungi.
“Sato, the poor Amerindian boy was being the most authentic in his culture,” said Hari. “But the big shots were upset he didn’t fall into THEIR line.”
“I never thought of it that way, fellas,” admitted Satiricus.
“Well abee guilty too,” said Bungi. “Abee cul-cha na tell abee fuh drink beer!”
“But if abee smoke ganja like in abee cul-cha,” grinned Cappo, “Dem guh jail abee!!”
