Category: Satiricus

Satiricus was excited as he walked towards the Back Street Bar. His cousin Georgie, from New York, had returned and was thinking about setting up a business for the “coming oil boom”, as he said. What Satiricus knew was his “town man” cousin was a free spender and he knew he’d have a good time. “Hey Cuz!” shouted Satiricus as he entered the bar and saw Georgie already chugging a cold one with the fellas. “I see you beat me to the punch!!” “I ain’t gat time to waste when…

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Satiricus breathed a sigh of relief as he sauntered into the Back Street bar. The Budget was done and he wouldn’t have to put up with all the nonsense that went on under the cover of “debate”. There would be the last day, when there would be voting on the individual “line items”. But since usually the Speaker didn’t even bother to look up after asking, “Those in favour say, ‘Aye’,” Satiricus didn’t plan on showing up. “But Sato, dat might be de day wid de bigges’ action!” exclaimed Cappo,…

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Satiricus was quite upbeat as he ambled towards the Back Street Bar. Ever since he quit the KFC party, he’d noticed they’d practically disappeared from the public’s eye. He didn’t mind, since he didn’t want to be blamed for jumping a sinking ship. He’d cut ties much earlier, when Nagga Man boasted he’d whup the PPCEE in Whimsey. He’d concluded the man had become delusional. “Hey, Sato!” yelled Cappo, as Satiricus sidled into the seat next to him. “Wha’ yuh t’ink ‘bout de new May-ya?” “What’s to think?” answered Satiricus.…

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Satiricus was still in a state of euphoria! He now understood how MLK must’ve felt when he shouted, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, I am free at last!!” He was strolling towards the Back Street Bar and realized he must’ve yelled out aloud, since several persons near him jumped back in shock!! He smiled sheepishly as he ducked into the Bar. “Fellas, I can’t tell you how a weight has lifted from my shoulders since I quit the KFC!” said Satiricus, as he sat down with…

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Satiricus was devastated as he trundled towards the Back Street Bar. There was only so much punishment a fella can take, he moaned to himself. All night long he’d scoured the news outlets hoping against all odds his leader Nagga Man would be proven right. The first titbit he got wasn’t encouraging: the leader’s own sister, his flesh and blood, had been soundly beaten in the village she and her brother had been born in – by a rank unknown!! “Sato!” yelled Bungi, as he spied Satiricus slouching towards their…

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Satiricus was happy he’d made the break with the KFC. As he sauntered towards the Back Street Bar, he was pleased he didn’t have to put up with all the nonsense Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat were going on with much longer. There were no principles, he mused, just naked self-interest guiding them nowadays.” “Like yuh leadah dem ah get belly-wuk!” gloated Bungi as Satiricus sidled into his seat at the Back Street Bar. “Like you forgot I chucked in my membership with the KFC?” smiled Satiricus, as he reached…

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Satiricus was still shaken up. He’d been awakened early in the morning by his editor and ordered to rush over to CJIA to get a fix on the Air Jamaica Flight that was forced to make a crash landing. He feared the worse. Wasn’t it just last week that Indonesian jet had crashed killing all 189 passengers and crew aboard? He hurried over to the Back-Street Bar now that a very stressful day was over. “Tek wan ‘nadda beer, pa’dna,” said Cappo solicitously to Satiricus, after he’d explained his anxious…

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Satiricus could barely conceal his joy as he hurried over to the Back Street Bar. Three years ago, he’d taken a lot of flack from his best friends after he decided to stick with his leaders Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat when they joined up with the Pee-‘n-See. And matters didn’t improve any when the Pee-‘n-See stiffed Nagga Man on the extra powers that would’ve come from the President. Now it was all about to change!! “So wha’d you fellas say now?” crowed Satiricus, as he and his buddies huddled…

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Satiricus was happy as he wended his way to the Back Street Bar. He’d been waiting for two years to get some news about what was going to be the fate of the closed down sugar estates. It wasn’t just that two of his best friends had been sugar workers; he still lived in a village where sugar had been king. Sugar was a way of life that few understood, but Satiricus did; and would miss its passing. And now the good news that bids had been received for the…

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Satiricus was pleased. He was tired of the politics which dominated the newspapers, including the one where he worked. Here was a piece of news that gladdened his heart – that his favourite cricketer had received an honorary Doctor of Laws from the University of the West Indies. He hurried over to the Back Street Bar to share his joy. “Let’s drink to DOCTOR Chandrapaul, fellas!” Satiricus said, as he grabbed his beer. “Hear! Hear!” said Hari, as they all clinked their bottles. “At long last he’s being recognised by…

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