Dear Editor,
There are some local persons of interest that I find intriguing. If the surrounding circumstances were not so troubling, they would all be deliriously entertaining.
First, from several years ago, there was the minister – allegedly several sheets to the wind –beating a citizen in the head with a gun. Second, there was the man who ought to know the law removing himself rather hastily from the scene of an accident; there was sturdy chatter of sugar based fuels involved in the lubricated exit. Third, there is this newest scholar-athlete showing a clean pair of heels in a sharp retreat, again under rather liquid circumstances.
Then, there is the standing (or sitting) member of the bar who is paid a million a month to say nothing, hear nothing, and do nothing. Well, well… And how about the main man from chambers who brings out a pot filled with this: the only thing we have to say is there is nothing to say. Since when have judicial appointments procedures become the business of the Guyanese public?
I was about to close, when I remembered the road man (Amaila Falls), the solid waste to-have-been man (Toronto, Canada), and the state assets disposal man (pick any place). As I looked at this grim dark landscape, this galaxy of dimmed stars (some washed up and some awash), a bright light came to me. I can see.
Together, all these PPP panjandrums remind me of that very special and highly favored Cadbury Chocolate: Fruit and Nut. Yeah, that is what we have here in all of these shenanigans: Cadbury’s Fruit and Nut by the baker’s dozen; no import licence is required, as all are homegrown.
There are enough bars (be responsible, please) to reduce cravings, and enough slush fund money to offer victims expensive rehab, be it for body or auto body, if they are lucky enough to get paid. It is all part and parcel of the parallel legal system. All things considered, it is indeed a sweet life here in Guyana for the people in the Cadbury Party. Take your pick: there is ‘sweet’, the square, and those the product of some secret formula. Do have a round for me –in syrup form, of course.
Yours faithfully,
GHK Lall