Saving Guyana

Satiricus liked weekends. He liked weekends because he could throw back much later into the night at the Back Street Bar. And he liked it even more when someone else was picking up the tab. Filling that role was his cousin Georgie, who was winding down his visit for the Jubilee Bash. Their friend Cappo, the Canecutter was also enjoying the freeness as they created a jungle of beer bottles on their table.

“Budday!” said Cappo effusively as he slapped Georgie on the back. “Suh wha’ de lates’.”

“The latest, Cappo, is Guyana now saved!” replied Georgie with a grin, as he signalled for another round. Georgie drank “foreign” while Satiricus and Cappo drank local.

Satiricus’ interest was aroused. “I didn’t hear about any new Preacher coming to town.”

“Not that kinda “saved”, Sato. This is even better.” Georgie paused for effect. “The Government just had an Investment Conference at the Harvard Club in New York and man…you won’t be able to deal with all the investment coming down!”

“New York? I thought Harvard was in Massachusetts,” pointed out Satiricus.

“They have a fancy club in Manhattan where you can rent fancy rooms to impress clients,” replied Georgie with a knowing smirk.

“Me bet ‘e mussee cast “fancy” money, na Jargee!” Said Cappo slyly.

“You need fancy bait to catch fancy fish. US$100,000 for the day!” said Georgie, who rented apartments in Richmond Hill. “And New York has all the big, fancy, financial fishes, you know!”

“Suh dis diffrent fram dem fancy big fish who bin suppose to come fram Toronto last year and save abee?” Cappo also smirked as he winked to Satiricus.

“My friends,” said Georgie expansively, “Those people in Toronto deal in Chicken Feed. Not like us in New York.”

“Suh who and who show up fuh invest in Guyana?” Cappo wanted to know. “All dem big fish who own Bank and t’ing?”

Georgie paused before answering. “Well, is only Guyanese show up. We own apartment buildings and grocery stores.”

“Suh yuh na had fuh rent fancy Harvard Club fuh fancy money,” pointed out Cappo. “Me bet dem na even put de Large pan de table fuh dem bais drink. Dem gi’e yuh by de shat! And alyu real estate chaps na like da.”

“Well me hear some a dem bais did behave bad,” confessed Georgie. “Dat night dey move de sport to Sylvie’s by Church and Flatbush!”

“Suh wha’ dis about “Guyana save”?” demanded Cappo.

“Well yuh na hear de guvment want suggestions fuh save Guysuco?” Georgie stared at Cappo the Canecutter directly. “Abee real estate guys can sell aff de land!”