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Guyana gyal

Guyana-Gyal  

                                                              Parking for selfish  jerks only

Plenty Guyanese does place rocks and concrete blocks to prevent others from parking on they (public property) parapet. Around suburbia you can see them stones lined up on the edge of (public property) parapets. Out of consideration for drivers, so they don’t bang-up they car, homeowners does paint them rocks white. (Or maybe they ain’t want to get sued).

Where I live nobody don’t block off them parapets. But at one home further down the road, at a corner lot, that homeowner plonk massive, white concrete slabs along the parapet-and-road edge.

They look like headstones.

The first time I see them I been tempted to sneak there one night and paint red messages. Here lies Jack, dead like a doorpost, 2006. Here likes Johnson, deaf like a cricket bat, 2006.

But for all this preventing of others from parking, I never see or hear about anybody blocking in a car like what happen to we. As my mother maneuver and klunk around them blocks, kabonk under the back bumper of we po’ ole car, I turn to check out the address of the duck-egg pink house.

No. 69.

“Oh my,” I mutter. “Number 69 Cheery Place.”

Yesterday, a idea hit me. I going into the rock business. I gon sell painted rocks with all kinda messages on them to homeowners.

“Please turn me over,” one rock can say. And if a curious person turn it over
, the message on the rock belly gon say, “Ahhh, thank youuuu.”

Wey-heyyyyy, I gon be filthy, stinkin’ riche.


Oh me moomaa

Lawd-oh

Gawd-ohhhh.


 




 

Guyana-Gyal  

Tuesday, March 06, 2007
                                                                     Overheard

Outside the courthouse in town, one afternoon after work, two secretary-types been chatting.

Slender one with curly hair and shoes with spikey heels say, “He handsome but he is a dawg. He ain’t know how to talk to people.”

Plump one with long, swingy straight hair say, “He does want he secretary to fetch he jacket and briefcase while he walk in front like he is some star in a TV show.”

I look and look to see who they been talking about but the object of derision done drive away.Tuesday,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

                              

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