Twas the Night Before…
Submitted by HAMILTON HILL
There seems to be some direct correlation between snow fall and slumber. As I sat last night at the old desktop intent on taking in the happenings in my Barbados via the world wide web, mother nature delivered her calling card in the form of powder white, and equally light snow. For me light snow makes for heavy eye lids so quite soon I was fast asleep…and now I understand why they say peaceful sleep.
I am reading BU where it has been reported that PM Stuart has shared with us a secret that has been kept better than the code to the vault of the US treasury. I am preparing to cuss Prodigal Son for his claim that my PM didn’t even know what “de damn date was till de inner circle tell he. “I just had to get the jump on AC, CCC and ! for surely my three compadres would not permit Prodigal to get away with such disrespect for a man, my man who has just created major history in Barbados. Just as my finger is about to press the submit button so as to upstage AC and them, David writes that PM Stuart…my man of the century has just announced that a major player in the CLICO master con would be arrested and his assets frozen, all this to take place on or before nomination day.
Immediately someone writing under the moniker of Leroy writes “None of you people has no nollege about who I am. There is many more over night millionaires about here than me “. Onions and Miller are now in the do, telling the BU family that the handing over of these beautiful homes to poor people is by design an election gimmick. What madness are these two telling us? This is government for the people…Government buy the people, and the people luv the government, for all of these things are nothing new.
As I grapple with the thought of cussing out Miller and Onions for poo pooing my party’s housing solutions, I am listening to Brasstacks and cussing my man Dennis J, cause Rawle relentlessly pun Mitt Mascoll’s case and DJ keeps interrupting and then refuse to let me help David Ellis as he choked on his own saliva while trying to answer the simple question of what happened to Kaymar?
The shrill of the alarm clock gives me that wake up jolt at three am on a snowy Saturday morning, an off day nonetheless, so now I am mad as hell. I shall now spend the rest of the day trying to divvy up my anger between the fact that through the fault of none other than myself I am wide awake at three in the morning, and the fact that the jolt brought me back to reality where some Bajans wait for their pay for work already done, while all wait for a date already known,since last year. All that’s left for me to say is that peaceful slumber breeds wishful thinking.