Category: Satiricus

Satiricus was still smiling at the thought of his Warriors’ first victory. What a sight it was!! Every seat in the Stadium filled – but suddenly emptied, as their occupants spontaneously jumped to their feet, arms in the air, and screaming in unison!! How sweet it was!! As he hurried over to the Back Street Bar, Satiricus knew he’d been taught that winning wasn’t everything. And it was how you played the game. “But damn!! Winning is better than losing!!” he said aloud emphatically as he reached the table where…

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Satiricus was elated at the news about his favourite Cricket team – the Guyana Amazon Warriors. His buddies may be focused on the new crop of players who’d be trying to go all the way this year; and that was nothing to sneeze at, conceded Satiricus to himself as he ambled into the Back Street Bar. But imagine being sponsored by Exxon – the biggest oil company in the USA!! “Abee hear de news, Sato,” said Cappo to Satiricus, who hadn’t realised he’d spoken aloud when he reached the fellas…

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Satiricus was livid, and his expression and gait betrayed this as he strode firmly towards the Back Street Bar. He didn’t care what the fellas said, he was going to give them a piece of his mind. How dare the PPCEE demand his leader, Nagga Man, not be the lead negotiator between them and the Government? “How dare Jagdesh complain about Nagga Man to Carter?” Satiricus demanded of his friends without even taking a swig of his beer. “Eh! Eh! Sato? Like fyaah a come t’roo yuh nose!” said Bungi.…

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Satiricus wondered how he’d ever win. Not only did he have to defend his KFC party and leaders Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat to his friends; he had to squeeze his nose and do the same for the Pee an’ See and their four partners in their APANU coalition within THE Government coalition. As he ambled into the Back Street Bar, he breathed a sigh of relief most of those partners didn’t really exist!! “Hey Sato!!” yelled Hari, as soon as he espied his pal. “Like your hungry Minister is…

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Satiricus was happy with the way things were turning out. He didn’t have to face the firing squad of his buddies at the Back Street Bar nowadays, since the leaders of his KFC party were keeping low profiles. The fellas, on the other hand, thought they’d become irrelevant now that they’d been discarded like used tissue; but that was neither here nor there. “Suh wha mek yuh leadah Grain Ja a run fram dem reporta?” demanded Cappo, as soon as they’d polished off their first beer. “Firstly, he’s NOT my…

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Satiricus was gloating, and he had no problem admitting it. After years of taking it on the chin – and below the belt! – from his friends at the Back Street Bar, about the KFC and its leaders: Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat, it was now payback time!! He couldn’t wait to wade into them about the brouhaha precipitated by one of their PPCEE young ‘uns throwing his hat into the ring to become their Presidential candidate. “So what you guys have against young Ran-Son running for the Presidency?” Satiricus…

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Satiricus was pleased with Burnt Ham and his enthusiasm for CariCon if for nothing else than that he had the smarts and people sense to create CariCon Day, and then have it observed on the first Monday of every July!! If we couldn’t get the four-day weekend of the Americans, then a three-day weekend would do quite nicely, thank you!! He was still smiling as he ambled to the back of the Back Street Bar. “Eh, Eh!! Bai Sato!! Like you get some good news fuh abee, or wha”?” smiled…

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Satiricus walked towards the Back Street Bar with a bounce to his steps. After all the gloom-and-doom news about the political divisions in the country, he was happy as a kiskadee that the ERC – which he and his friends pronounced “erk”, rhyming with “jerk” – was up and running once again. His excitement bubbled over as soon as he took his first swig of beer. “These people on “erk” represent every group in Guyana,” Satiricus enthused. “They’ll solve all our ‘us-and-them’ problems!” “But yuh bin tell abee de KFC…

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Satiricus got ready in a hurry to go to the Back Street Bar. It was Enmore Martyrs’ Day and it was the first year he and the fellas weren’t going to the official commemoration. When the Pee-an’-See government had closed down those four estates, it seemed like something had died in his pals, Cappo and Bungi. They’d literally given their lives to the industry, yet they weren’t bitter with Satiricus whose KFC party was part of the government. “Budday, wha’ abee guh goh fa?” said Bungi to Satiricus’ question, as…

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Satiricus was astounded, to say the least. He had known Cappo from childhood when they literally sat on the same bench in “Lil ABC”. So he was very familiar with Cappo’s “school name” – which the teacher said was his “given name”. And here the name was; staring out at him from the list Vexxon had provided of their local contractors so they could fulfil their “local content’ requirement. Cappo, a Vexxon contractor?? This Satiricus had to find out about!! “So how come you didn’t tell us you’re a big-time…

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