Bitter sugar ending

TIMES INT'L

Satiricus was looking forward to the coming week. It was the merry month of May, and it was made merrier for Satiricus because it had two public holidays when he and the fellas could make merry. Even though he hadn’t ever joined in on the Labour Day March, he decided to wear his red shirt to the Back Street Bar just to get a rise out of the fellas who’d be waiting for him there.
“Eh, eh!! Like yuh run out a shut, or wha’?” shouted Bungi on espying Satiricus sauntering down to their table.
“Naah! I’m just trying to get into the Labour Day mood early,” said Satiricus as he eased into his seat.
“You!! Lay-ba Day!!” Cappo hooted. “Since w’en yuh eva lay-ba?”
“It’s not easy lifting up these beer bottles every day, you know!!” grinned Satiricus.
“But seriously, fellas,” said Hari. “I think we should all go to the Labour March in town this year.”
“Well, me and Cappo guh go beca’se abee wa’n fuh sapport abee canecutta friends who get knack aff,” said Bungi. “Wha’ yuh gu guh fa?”
“This might just be the last year we’ll get to see sugar workers in town,” said Hari seriously. “By this time next year, I think the entire industry will be gone.”
“Hey!! We don’t know about that!” protested Satiricus, who didn’t like the way the gyaaf was going.
“Sato,” said Bungi. “Pick sense fram nansense. Me t’ink Hari rite!”
“An’ yuh leadah Nagga Man an’ Rum Jhaat ca’se all dis,” Cappo interjected bitterly.
“That’s not fair!” said Satiricus. “They didn’t know the Pee ‘n See woulda do that.”
“Nah because daag ah play wid yuh he nah guh bite yuh,” said Bungi. “Especially w’en de bad daag bin jus’ want yuh food.”
“But Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat couldn’t do anything,” said Satiricus pleadingly.
“W’en wan man mek ‘eself suga-cane, he mattie does suck am,” said Cappo.
“So I have some advice for your leaders, Sato,” said Hari.
“What’s that?” asked satiricus.
“When man done suck suga-cane, he does dash peeling pan ground!” said Hari with a grin.

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