Category: Satiricus

Satiricus was girding up his loins for battle. And “battle” he knew it would be when he got to the Back Street Bar where he was headed. The Appellate Court’s decision to go along with Grain Ja’s Burnt Ham-like decision to appoint the GECOM chair would definitely be the topic de jour! And because his leaders Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat, were in the Government, he knew he was in for it. “Budday!! Wha’ abee deh pan?” asked Bungi, the moment he espied Satiricus. “Wha’ ayu wan’ fuh do wid…

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Satiricus was confused, which, his friend Harry had once assured him, was his default position so he shouldn’t worry. But as he slouched towards the Back Street Bar, he wasn’t worried as much as he wanted to know what was going on. He’d just read about the indefatigable Attorney General Moustache Man “decriminalising” obeah and witchcraft. “I didn’t even know “Obeah” was a crime,” said Satiricus to the fellas, the moment he’d taken his seat and grabbed his beer. “Na Burnt Ham bin legalise obeah?” asked Cappo, with a grimace.…

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Satiricus didn’t know how to react to the news about the teachers’ 12 per cent salary settlement. Like most Guyanese of a certain age, Satiricus had been a teacher for a while, right out of school. He had a soft spot for teachers from Brother Bob’s maxim, “Only he who feels it knows it”! He was headed to the Back Street Bar, and couldn’t wait to unload to the fellas. “Budday, wha’ yuh worry ‘bout dem teacha fa?” asked Bungi to Satiricus’s question. “Dem bread done butta!” “Yeah, Sato,” said…

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Satiricus was so disconsolate he didn’t know what to do with himself. So he headed to the Back Street Bar. How could they do this to him? He’d been up all night in front of his computer screen trying to keep up, even though he knew he’d be bleary-eyed the next day. But what was a West Indian cricket fan to do?? It was West Indies versus India! “Fellas, I knew after the first day it wasn’t going to be easy,” Satiricus said dolefully as he took his beer. “But…

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Satiricus was so disconsolate he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep after the CPL Finals. He was trudging towards the Back Street Bar to drown his sorrows with the fellas. How many times would he have his hopes raised, and then dashed on the rocks to be shattered into shards? He knew he was getting a bit dramatic, but he couldn’t help himself. For the fourth time in six seasons, his beloved Warriors had reached the finals, only to go down in defeat. “Wha’ wraang wid yuh black tong, bai?”…

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Satiricus was thinking about his heritage. It was “Indigenous Peoples Heritage Month” and he’d been told everyone should celebrate everyone else’s heritage. Wasn’t it great that Guyana was a “land of six peoples”?? Now he and the fellas at the Back Street Bar had the opportunity to sample the spiritous contribution of every one of those six peoples in Heritage month!! “Suh which waan abee guh start wid?” asked Cappo, to the other fellas. The Owner of the bar had been forewarned and had all the different drinks on hand.…

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Satiricus was quite amused after he read about the businessman who turned the tables on the gunman who tried to rob him. Even though his leader Rum Jhaat was Security Minister, Satiricus had to admit gun-related violence was increasing, and no amount of fiddling with the figures and closing bars at 2am would change that. He was still chuckling when he joined the fellas at the Back Street Bar. “Eh! Eh! Like yuh get some scab money fuh do teacha wuk?” said Bungi as Satiricus took a seat and grabbed…

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Satiricus was a bit apprehensive as he ambled towards the Back Street Bar. He wondered, now that GrainJa had spoken to the press, which statements he would have to defend. Satiricus was somewhat ticked off with himself for being so conscientious. If only Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat would show some backbone and say something, he’d throw GrainJa under the bus in a second!! “Tell me if dis na schupidness!” demanded Bungi indignantly, even before Satiricus had time to start on his beer. “What’s that?” asked Satiricus cautiously, as he…

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Satiricus was happy his leader Nagga Man was back in Guyana, all “fit”. He knew the fellas at the Back Street Bar didn’t think him “proper,” or had him high on their hit parade. But Satiricus admired Nagga Man, if for no other reason than he’d imbibed in every rum shop – before they were called “bars” — in Guyana. To do that and still remain “fit” deserved respect! “Budday, is de cuttas Nagga Man like fuh eat w’en ya drink!” volunteered Cappo, after Satiricus had expressed his opinion upon…

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Satiricus was agog at the grog the Opposition Leader claimed was being consumed in the Parliament. Not that Satiricus had anything against drinking liquour in Parliament during debates. Personally, he found his tongue was always lubricated when he imbibed at the Back Street Bar to make him much more eloquent than he normally was! “So why your leader Jagdesh against our MPs drinking in Parliament when they have their meals?” Satiricus asked the fellas after he’d joined them at the back table. “’E na ‘gainst de drinking,” said Bungi. “’E…

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