Satiricus knew he was in for it when he got to the Back Street Bar. But there was nothing he could do about it. If the truth be told, he didn’t want to do anything about it. Satiricus knew he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the room, but after so many years, he’d figured it was time for a change. And that’s why he’d given the KFC, the new Kids on the Block, a chance. But now?
“Eh! Eh! Like yuh jus’ come back fram Nagga Man birt’day!!?” said Cappo as he espied Satiricus advancing towards their table.
“Nagga Man’s been celebrating his birthday, every day since he got that $1.5 million monthly salary!” said Satiricus to his shocked friends, as he sat down and waved for a beer.
“Sato? Wha’ happen?” asked Bungi, feeling Satiricus’ forehead. “Like yuh get wan fevah or wha’?”
“Nah…This celebrating in Berbice while sugar workers’ families were crying mournfully next door, opened my eyes,” confessed Satiricus.
“Well, puppies and kittens’ eyes do take a while to open!” grinned Hari. “But this is a drastic change!”
“I have relatives in Canje, you know,” said Satiricus. “Like me, some sugar workers felt Nagga Man would be in their corner. But this betrayal?”
“Wha’ badda me ah when dem tell de people dem na guh shut down de factr’y till nex’ year,” said Cappo. “And dem guh an’ shap up fuh C’rismuss.”
“And Nagga Man had the nerve to tell Berbice school children to follow his footsteps!” exclaimed Hari angrily.
“Well Crab-dag foot always dutty, suh ‘e easy fuh fallah,” said Bungi sourly. “But ‘e does jus’ lead yuh to wan nasty hole in de groun’!”
“Suh wha’ alyu KFC bais guh do now?” asked Cappo.
“We don’t have to do anything,” said Satiricus. “They’re already dead meat and the Pee-an-See will dump them overboard!”
“Me agree,” said Bungi. “Fish ah play ah sea, he nah know watah ah boil fuh am!”
They all drank to the image of a Nagga Man being boiled in a cauldron.
