Category: Satiricus

Satiricus was perturbed. Even though so many Christian Ministers had warned against it, the gays had gone ahead with their parade. He conceded to himself that nothing outlandish had taken place…but yet, how could he ignore the warnings of these “men of God”? He was caught in a dilemma, because he knew the subject would come up at the Back Street Bar, where he was headed, and his leaders Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat weren’t taking a firm position. “Hey fellas,” began Satiricus, deciding to seize the bull by its…

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Satiricus was in a mellow mood. His wife had insisted he watch THE WEDDING with her as they had their breakfast. Satiricus didn’t mind weddings in general, and this wedding literally gave him the opportunity to see how “the other half” lived. Or at least how they became hitched up. As he sauntered over to the Back Street Bar, he was still mulling over what all of this meant when a member of the English Royal family could marry a black girl from the US. “Well, na like she wan…

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Satiricus was a bit worried. He wasn’t getting clear signals from his leaders in the KFC on the party’s position in dealing with the big enchilada in the coalition – the Pee an’ See. Here it was that Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat were singing “Solidarity Forever”, but Trot Man was threatening to have the KFC fly solo in the local elections. As he swayed in his hammock reading the newspaper, Satiricus fell into a not-so-blissful slumber. And had this dream. “A wha’ raas yuh mek trouble fa, Trottie?” whined…

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Satiricus was in an upbeat mood. Yesterday, he and the family had sauntered over to the local ground where his villagers were celebrating Indian Arrival Day. He always went for the traditional foods his wife didn’t cook nowadays at home. It wasn’t that she didn’t like to cook…but with the internet at her beck and call, she preferred to whip up the “Indian” food from India. “And it’s not that I don’t like them, but I just get a kick from the food my grandmother used to make!” Satiricus reported…

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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…

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Satiricus was feeling quite good about himself. Even though the fellas had urged him to check out the labour march in town, he’d steadfastly refused. Satiricus figured Labour Day was intended as a reward for those who laboured all year long. Like himself!! And was therefore intended as a day of rest. In his case, lying in his hammock and gently swaying away under his mango tree in his backyard. Duly rested, he ambled over to the Back Street Bar. “Look! De lazy man come out fram ‘e hammick!” said…

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Satiricus had a hard day at the office. Meaning: he had to listen to his editor blather on and on about him not keeping to the deadlines. While he didn’t dare utter it aloud, he thought it a bit much for the jerk to blame him for being tardy when it was he who’d tied up Satiricus with his bitching and moaning about Faye’s — the private school his son attended — hiking their fees by 42%! “He was lucky they didn’t raise the fees by 50%, like the Cabinet…

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Satiricus was livid. On one hand, his hard-working leader Nagga Man had returned from his medical sojourn in the States and from his vaunted position in the top echelons in Government was sure to bring Guyanese hospitals to First World standards. Already the British had been so ashamed Nagga Man had to go to the Yanks for medical treatment, they’d already pumped in funds to boost four hospitals. “But look at the way the Police treated my MP Chandra Rass!” he exploded to the fellas at the Back Street Bar,…

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Satiricus was feeling quite chipper! And why not? With two holidays coming up – Good Friday and Easter Monday – making it that most valued US “four day weekend” what could be better? He and the fellas had honed their plans for the holidays to a science over the years. As he entered the Back Street Bar, he thought about his usual job to provide the “Bunjal Duck” and how duck prices were skyrocketing at this time of the year as usual. “Hey Sato!!” exclaimed Hari, as he spied Satiticus.…

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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…

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