Inquiry and truth

Satiricus was revelling in the reports of the inquiry. He always liked courtroom dramas. But whenever he went to the courts all he saw were lawyers begging magistrates and judges for ‘mercy’. He understood why people say that lawyers ‘pleaded’ their cases. Anyhow here were lawyers and commissioners fighting to discover the ‘truth’ as to what happened at Linden. Who said you couldn’t get justice in Guyana?
“Justice? Justice?” Hari had a querulous tone. “Who looking for justice?”
“Man, Sato, is de same thing me does seh,” complained Bungi. “Yuh does always look pan thing tap-tap!”
“OK fellas. I know I like to look at the bright side of things,” confessed Satiricus. “But tell me what going wrong at the inquiry. I dare you!”
“OK, Sato me friend,” started out Cappo. “Tell me wha dem suppose fuh find out.”
“Well, the truth who kill the three fellas,” replied Satiricus without pause. “That’s the mystery they have to solve. Like a detective book!”
“Well, if they want to find out who kill the three chaps,” asked Suresh, “Is why NoGel Huge ask if the minister call the police commander? Tell me that.”
“Well that would prove if maybe he crank up the police to shoot,” replied Satiricus with a bit of exasperation.
“What’s wrong with that?” “The same thing that wrong when the opposition refuse to find out which party crank up the people to protest and try to burn down the bridge!” came back Hari sharply.
“Every rope gat two ends, you know,” said Cappo. “But like dis inquiry rope gat only one end!”
“An if dem want de truth,” pointed out Bungi, sounding upset, “Why dem question de police chief? He never been at de protest.”
“He forget dat if yuh eye nah see, yuh mouth nah must talk,” continued Cappo in his contemplative tone. “He just a talk wha he seh he hear.”
“Hearsay,” interjected Teacher Samad.
“Hearsay?” replied Cappo, with a puzzled look. “Nah… is wha he seh he hear. Yuh cyaan believe dat.”
Teacher Samad didn’t pursue the point.
“Doan worry wid he,” advised Bungi. “He nah gat far fuh guh!” “When cow deh a pasture, he nah remember dat dog and butcher deh till he see am!” Said Cappo with a chuckle.
“But let me get back to this truth business,” Hari interrupted. “Why they hounding the minister if he give the order, when the police chief confess that he ordered his men to ‘coerce’ the protestors from the bridge? Is what ‘coerce’ mean?” His voice was challenging.
“To force somebody,” supplied Samad. “By any means necessary?”
“Same blasted thing me seh!” gloated Cappo. “De man too smart fuh he own good! He seh da?” “Hari!” exclaimed Bungi, “You de man! Cat foot soft but he ah scratch bad! But yuh just prove Sato right. De inquiry did find out de truth!”
“Nah all who guh a church house ah guh fuh pray,” pointed out Suresh. “But God a still find them! Same with the inquiry… nah all who guh to the inquiry guh fuh find truth… but truth find them!’ They all drank to truth.