Diwali dream

Satiricus was “throwing back”. Literally. His legs were splayed upwards on the extensions of the Berbice Chair he’d inherited from his ‘old man’. He was home all day: an unusual circumstance normally but on Diwali, none of the old gang, whether Hindu or not, would imbibe any ‘sauce’. So Satiricus was doing his duty, tough as that was: tasting the cornucopia of sweetmeats that his better half (his Lakshmi, he thought fondly) was churning out. Satiricus did believe that the ladies of the neighbourhood had some sort of friendly competition going on. But who was he to complain?
He gradually drifted into a dream-filled slumber after perusing the Diwali Greetings from the political parties. The executives of the PNCEE were sitting around a table chortling over their Diwali Greetings.
“Boy! We gave the PPEE good, eh?” chuckled Gorbin. “Mother Lakshmi on we side this year! Ah cyaan wait to get we blessings in Berbice next elections!”
“Is darkness the PPP got we in!” exclaimed GrainJa. “The Mother will wipe out that darkness now that we finish we Puja to Mother Lakshmi.”
“But is whe’ you bannas, know about all this “Mother Lakshmi” stuff and suh?” said Belix quizzically. “When I de calling Moustache Guy every day to give he news, he never give me this dope.”
“Boy Belix don’t even joke when you call ‘police intelligence’ ‘dope’,” complained Moustache Guy, with his eyes opened wide. “Dem men could be bugging this room you know.” He looked around worriedly. “Is that Rodee chap. We really got fuh get rid ah he!”
“Belix that is the problem Odo been vex with you when we was in GSM,” pointed out Gorbin. “You never used to go with he to the Kali church to worship the Mother.”
“That’s right Belix,” confirmed GrainJa. “I was posted at Timehri and I used to attend regular. You shoulda see me when the Mother tek over me body! If alyou think I’m stiff, you shoulda see me when I was ‘playing’!” Everyone looked at him sceptically. Especially GreenBridge.
“GrainJa, you full of you know what!” screamed GreenBridge as he jumped up to look into GrainJa’s face. GrainJa was still sitting of course.
“I grow up in Berbice and know about the Mother more than you! I use to go a ‘play’ at Albion. Leh me show you some real shaking!”
With that GreenBridge jumped up and twirled around the room like a Whirling Dervish, and swinging his head around like in “The Exorcist”.
But it was GrainJa’s performance that took their breath away. In addition to matching GreenBridge’s every move, GrainJa added some hip hip-hop poses and hand gestures.
“You fellas taking this leadership fight too far now, you know,” interrupted Gorbin. “Mother Lakshmi told me that it was not only the PPEE bringing darkness – the two of you doin’ a pretty good job. I might have to step back into the top spot!”
Both GrainJa and GreenBridge stopped their shaking in shock. And Satiricus woke up in a sweat. Was it a dream or a nightmare? His wife was shaking him: he had to taste the Gulab Jamoon.