another day passes on in land of perpetual plentiful. chicken in almost every pot country. the people are happy
a young lady from my village committed suicide somewhere else but they brought her home to be buried. unsure of the circumstances but adds one more to the rolls of the dead here as we trod on with our world suicide title.
a man was murdered by a young man who is obviously mentally ill but his mother and some other folks seem to think is de marijuana get he so. oh really?!!
icing on de cake is the 49 year old dead man ‘shared a bed’ in the shack with a 15 year old girl. this is reported as par for the course by all the major newspapers without a peep on child rape. am just pissed off that newspapers keep carrying these issues without a mention
yea the age of consent in Guyana is still 16! but who the fuck is keeping track
is naah me picknie!
remember me of when the 13 year old mother had her baby kidnapped and the wheels of the press went into tails spin trying to find the kidnapper. it was never bothered to be mention or whispered why in the fuck is a 13 year old giving birth at a govt hospital to mass celebration? later the baby was found and another party thrown. somewhere in there it was scribbled that the father of the child’s child was a 24 year old pervert.
the society rolled on without skipping a beat.
had a hell of a time with the tractor coming out of the dam today. got stuck and had to get pulled out. told my two trainees to walk but one insisted he couldn’t walk and jumped back on the tractor without me knowing. as I speeded on out the dam I hear hollering and screaming and look behind to see him trapped between the tow bar and the ground.
I told them a few years ago they would’ve gotten a sound trashing down the road. they tell me this is new times what I talkin about is old times. I remind him that we were this close to planning his funeral because he didn’t listen to what I had to say. they laugh. a girl passes. they engage in some idle foolish talk.
uncle mark you ain know wuh goin on. we doan carry feelings fuh gyal we jus pass thru [dem]
hello doan talk schupidness. I doan know wuh going on?
yea bais doan carry feeelings we jus pass thru
shit like this is reinforced by vybez cartel aka the world boss and dancehall music. one of the kids asked me what I would do if I were president
i’d round all yall up and march you into the Guyana Defence Force. by the way let me tell yall something as long as yall wukkin wid me, I is the world boss. y’andastan? i is de world boss. [they cant stop laughing] do as I say unless you got a better suggestion. otherwise do exactly what I tell you. I is de cartel cause yall ain know one rass.
wuh wuh! wuh uncle mark
bai you ain jus almos dead fuh not listening to me?
yea, but…I is like a cat
here wuh you be a cat but I is you cartel from now on. roll out
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