Dear Editor,
The PPP list of nominees is a real screamer. It has everything: dreams, the desperate, desperadoes, doubts, dullards, and enough left over for lots of laughter.
Poring through the list, I came across so many close relationships it quickly became obvious how easily one could mistake this for an organized family register or convention. From all appearances, the prime qualification for recognition in the PPP ranks is bloodline. It is easier for a commoner to be King of England (or Pontiff in Rome) than for a member of the lumpen proletariat to make it into the power structure of the PPP. Then again, the Americans had their Bushes and the Asians their Gandhis, so why deny Guyanese their little exercise in dynasty building.
Next, there he was: Bharrat Jagdeo himself, the myth, the legend in his own mind and time. This was not surprising in the least. A chuckle came here, then several loud ones. In the highly unlikely event of a PPP triumph, he would be most at home as Minister without Portfolio. It has a nice ring to it, and covers a lot of territory. I believe I understand why Uncle Sam is sticking around; it is so that he can walk everyone through the intricate steps involved in that Janet precedent from the last century. History does repeat itself. Clearly, these fellows have plans for Elisabeth, which might not have been part of her personal calculation. Oh well, such is the price of glory in this town.
Then there were the youths. What a bunch they are! Most of them appeared to be on the wrong, hard side of thirty, maybe even forty.
Looking farther down the list, the Singhs could not be denied. There are enough of them to form their own band à la the Osmonds and the Jacksons. Let them be called the Singh-sations.
Now the sportsman in me spotted most of the players needed for a chess tournament. There were bishops, a rook(ie) or two, more than a few queens, and an army of pawns. I came up unsuccessful in the search for a king; must be in disguise through the choice of apparel; but there are k-nights (in white satin) clearly identifiable. It promises to be some joust in this particular chess tournament.
Last, I did have to look twice, but there he was: yes, there is a Lall. No, it is not a hallucination involving pink elephants on my part. Cheers! One for the road anybody? Make that a dozen….
Yours faithfully,
GHK Lall
