simple farmer

 

 wednesday morning at approx. 845 two police vehicles came zooming by sireens blazing clearing the road around providence
early morning emergency requiring two relatively spanking new police vehicles?
straaaaaange i thought since these are the cars normally used by the big jokers. windows up tight, ac blazing et cetera
am merrily driving along enjoying this granger nagamootoo fresh air when i spotted PLL 5660 parked off the side of the road
this couldn’t possibly have been the emergency dey bin mekkin all dat noise about
there was nothing going on but business in a road side food shop and the other car was nowhere in sight
emerging from the shop a big joker smiling with couple plastic bags in his hand
cassava ball sour and pepper, boil channa sour, bake and salt fish plenty pepper, porridge and a tea was my guess
emergency cassava ball man was a middle aged east indian, bald headed in a fancy hawaiian looking shirt and regular boy pants
he was smiling broadly having just snagged five dangerous criminals off the road. namely, eggball, correction eggball is still at large, cassava ball, boil channa, bake and saltfish (a couple), porridge and tea
we can sleep better at night knowing this
a negro was at the wheel and looks like another sitting in the car as boil channa sour jumped in with excitement
my granger nagamootoo fresh air was now getting stinked up by these dead negro carcasses from a dead era
i continued driving and lo and behold in the vicinity of little diamond i heard sireens racing coming
i looked in my mirror to see PLL 5660 coming
oh yea mr bake and saltfish? so you have an emergency eh?
everybody else pulled over but not i
i refused and slowed down
porridge and tea crew was right on my backside but i refused to pull down abd they were getting pretty aggressive there on my derriere
they couldnt pass cause lots of traffic was coming the other way and some may have gotten the faux emergency memo
after what seemed like forever they started sqwakin dat other noise dat come wit the sireen kit
i still no move
forever seem to go on forever more and more and for a split second i thought what if these stupid motherfuckers shot you?
and dat type of terror is real in guyana
stupid fucked up police shoot people under the guise of many things
i drive a lil bit more blocking dem then pulled down a bit without making eye contact
i know why i didnt make eye contact. hear why
93.61% when i make eye contact wit the guyana police it escalates to stop and confrontation cause i have mostly contempt for many of them and it shows
i had someone to pickup for a serious medical emergency and pressed for time. I try and half calm m’self down. Let dis one pass, let it pass
as they flew by i could make out thru the tint the head of cassava ball sour and pepper buried deep in a plastic bag putting together the pieces
i couldnt help but think what a bunch of pathetic fools
it is time