Perhaps it’s the Mashramani spirit and season – when some calypsonians utilize the imaginary scenario of our two departed political behemoths, Forbes and Cheddi, discussing current goings-on amongst the local living.

Or perhaps I’m attempting to pander to the advice given fourteen years ago, when this column began – to be satirical (I’m not near to the skill of the Wednesday fellow but will try it today – hoping not to displease Wednesday’s Child.)

I’m introducing and trying to explain my method used in today’s piece just below this.

Cheddi Jagan was particularly glum today in his portion of the place in which his spirit now dwells. (Heaven and hell are no concepts to communists). But what precipitated Cheddi’s sullen, dejected demeanour? To add to his concern, his old earthly Nemesis, the Kabaka-Odo, Forbes Burnham, was actually visiting. For one of their regular chit-chats. Away from their long-suffering natives back in the mud.

Forbes: God Cheddi, cheer up doc. What makes you so pitiful-looking this good morn? (It was if Forbes was smiling his greetings at Cheddi’s permanent frown.)

Cheddi: By Lenin, Marx and young Putin, is it that noticeable Linden?

Forbes: Comrade, even the blind can detect that some grave concern bothers your worthy mind. I thought we had left such behind