Dis was ah good week boy… ah decide tuh deal wit’ some lighter stuff, no setta heavy  philosophy… jokes galore.. t really mus’ be election time… send in de clowns! 

DEY TEASIN' MIH....!

Yes, de Speaker of de House say dat de members disrespectin’ him, an’ he go resign if dey eh stop…  

Now, tell me true…!  You go let dem canal conchs run you outta yuh job?  Ah mean, you is de man wit’ de plan, as dey say… if members misbehavin’ jus’ bang yuh l’il hatchet on de desk, an’ tell dem behave.   If ah member doh stop, put he tail out!   Dat is your job, an’ yuh duty!   Me eh understan’ dis kinda lambie-pamby behaviour… yuh is ah maco-mere man or what?!

He say dat he makin’ unsubstantiated claims… and ruinin’ de “good” name of de government (dat is de Joke of de Year!).   De Speaker overrule him, so dey swell up like bullfrog, wit’ Manday goin’ on platform and criticisin’ de Speaker.  

Dis is de same Manday who 3 or so years ago tell de country dat de Leader of de Opposition was plannin’ to overthrough his government by force (3 times he say so!).  When dey ask him to bring evidence he shut up…. to me dat is ah greater charge dan corruption… .but not in Manday book apparently.. he shoulda be in front de privileges committee! 

Den he bein’ sarcastic wit’ de Speaker dis week, followin’ on de heels of John-boy Humphrey, who was downright rude….!  But ah blame de Speaker, brudder…  dat is your responsibility to keep de peace… but like he eh man in he own House…! 

END OF SUMMER.....

Well since ah talkin’ about England, ah better talk English, eh…

Umm.. Umm.. Ummm.. I shook my head, and wept internally…how could I not?!   I looked around the Oval in England, and I saw WI cricket flag in tatters blowing this way and that in the cold English breeze. 

A once proud all conquering team that ruthlessly vanquished all before it, now lay beaten and spat upon.  An object of derision, baited by the curses and jeers of the English crowd, their celebrations  like a funeral dirge being played at maximal volume.  

Our boys, scorned and laughingly referred to in mocking tones across every pub and watering hole in England.  Like vultures they had packed the stands from early waiting to feast on the dying WI  corpse that lay almost prostrate before them, the last bits of life slowly oozing out, thrashing about in its death throes, the scene only adding to their frenzied excitement.  A few die hard supporters could offer little succour  or comfort to the spirit which was soon to depart the weary body.

Their ancestors had been brutally beaten, almost to the  point of annihilation and extinction  for 31 years by this seemingly unlimited talent from the sunny isles, now the young Turks were about to wipe out  the dishonour of past generations….. and wipe it out they did.  

The blush of embarassment that had so stained their cheeks now dispensed by the cherry glow of success.  As they cheering mob invaded the field, their footsteps served to flatten the earth that had become a burial ground. 

And yet there was hope in the isles, that some brave knight who had witnessed the bitter climax, and on whom the spirit of  the ancestors rested,  would draw his trusty willow sword and hold it aloft, vowing to avenge this disaster and to forever erase this bitter and agonising memory written on sands of time by the knarled and cruel hands of Time….

De only bright moment was when Laro and Sarwan stan’ up an’ t’row bat in dem bowlers pfeffen…! Dat was de fightin’ spirit ah was lookin’ for….  Voop! Lash…!  Four runs!   Whack!  Ah nex’ four!   Dem bowlers get beat like buss-up-shot!…

Den de unfortunate run out .. an’ de unbelievable t’ief out of Lara.  How dem boys low so?!  Anyt’ing for ah victory, eh?  De ball was pitched outside de leg stump so dere was no way he coulda be out!  Man, if was me ah woulda rush dat umpie wit’ meh bat over meh head like ah madman. After dat, it was business as usual.  

What ah find was touchin’ though was de 'guard of honour' “Warrior” Walsh and “Able” Ambi get when dey was comin’ out… yes man, de whole English team line up an’ clap dem on, as dey played dey las’ Test in England.  Like de English appreciate dem more dan we! 

It was sad dey had to leave on such a sorry note.  Yuh las’ match of yuh career endin’ in defeat..an’ after dem boys bowl dey heart out, even wit’ injury..How much more yuh want dem to do?! 

Ah remember Ambi havin’  tears in he eyes as he leave de field after bowlin’ he las’ innings…. ah t’ought de team woulda at least say “Nah, boy… we go win dis one for alyuh.   We goin’ dong fightin’!  Is we an’ dem !”  But eh-eh…. man t’row way dey wicket like yuh does t’row away black cent! 

WE LIMIN'.... WE LIMIN'....

Dis is really ah two part story… first, for all those who livin’ on Pluto, we blaze Canada 4-0 last Sunday.  Goals like rain.  Beaten to a frazzle.  We Soca Warriors pong dem like plantain!  

Man, de goal of de match was Latas’ own.. de man get ball, look up for about half ah secon’, dribble ah l’il bit an’ den leh go ah wicked curlin’ left footer from about 25 metres out….  By de time de keeper move is goal! In dey left side! Goal! In dey right side!  Man, de crowd was in ah frenzy..! Red everywhere yuh look, is rag, is flag, is jersey, anything dat could wave!  Canada get it back, belly and front!  

Afterwards is pan and music blastin’ as people chippin’ down St. James in de twilight an’ into de night, dancin’ in de streets.. an’ for de Labor Day posse…YES!..  we had alcohol to drink!

Ah mus’ say de team come ah long way (an’ we t’rough to de second round now).. but we still have some basic problems… ah go deal wit’ dat some odder time…

Anyway after de match ah National Security Helicopter come to take de overseas players to de airport.. when Yorkey and Latas reach de airport dey decide, nah.. we eh goin’ back... we go stay an’ lime.. dis fete lookin’ toooooo sweet! 

Play wit’ we…!  Yuh see what ah good Trini lime could do?!

GOOD WINE....

REMEMBRANCE....