Breaking good

TIMES INT'L

Satiricus was happy as a lark, even though he’d never seen a lark to know how it expressed “happiness”. But he’d been educated in the British educational system, and ‘happy as a lark’ – not Kiskadee! – it was!! For the past year, he’d been given so much stick from the fellas over Trot Man’s negotiation of the oil contract! It didn’t matter he insisted his KFC leaders were Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat. But now, as he entered the Back Street Bar, he would “shut their mouths!!”
“So you fellas hear what Sir Paul Collier said?” Satiricus demanded in a challenging tone.
“Who da?” asked Bungi.
“Hold it right there Sato!” said Hari. “I just remember a story Cheddi used to tell.”
“Really? Cheddi??” asked Satiricus curiously, as everyone at the table put down their bottles. It wasn’t every day that Hari told a story.
“Well, back in the day, Cheddi and his brother Sirpaul, who was his assistant dentist, were staying at a hotel in New York,” said Hari.
“Da mussee w’en he bin a de UN fuh aks fuh independence,” said Cappo, who had been to Accrebe.
“Maybe,” agreed Hari. “And Cheddi noticed they were treating him and Sirpaul like royalty…sending fruits up to their room and all that!”
“Dem mussee hear about Cheddi?” suggested Bungi.
“Naah,” answered Hari. “When Cheddi got the bill for the room, he understood.”
“Big money?” asked Satiricus.
“Naah!!” said Hari. “The bill was made out to Dr Cheddi Jagan and Sir Paul Jagan!!”
They all cracked up as Cappo asked Satiricus, “Suh wha’ dis Sir Paul seh?”
“Well, he said we mustn’t tear up the contract Trot Man signed!” exclaimed Satiricus. “No country will respect us!!”
“Sato, tell me whe’ Sir Paul come fram,” asked Cappo suddenly.
“England,” said Satiricus with a surprised look.
“Suh wha’ mek dem bruk dem contrak wid de EU?” Cappo asked slyly.
“They didn’t break the contract,” said Satiricus impatiently. “They’re renegotiating it!”
“An’ na da abee want de guvment fuh do?” asked Cappo.

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