By Carifesta Rebel
The channa bombs fell silent, the arsonists were quenched, and cows were off the road. Georgia…err…Guyana had fallen to Dr. Palo-mona-lisa.
Sections of the populace were unhappy though. The Agri-Man, PR, had warned Daisy, Rosy and Moo that during Dr. Palo-mona-lisa reign they MUST keep off the road, so that the invaders, especially the Bajans would think that Faluma Ding Ding land was cow-free. He was having trouble with Moo. With a frown bigger than the combined four P’s he sternly said “Comrade Moo, I must warn you, Comrade Leader wants you and everyone else to stay off the road, go anywhere even in the garden of grow more…Moo Moo, come back here!!! Don’t walk away or I’ll have a serious ‘beef’ with you”!
Meanwhile, two hours before the formal swearing in ceremony of Palo-mona-lisa, there was trouble. The promised “cribs” that were to be “ready in time” were not completed and the populace was in rebellion mode over not getting tickets. Dr. Markus Anthony had been waiting since 7 am and he was “pissed” that he was nowhere near the head of the line.
He knew people who had obtained passes and was green with envy. But he took heart. “Don’t worry everything’s gonna be alright”, he chanted under his breath as he hid himself from the cameras, too ashamed that he was lining up to get free tickets. He especially wanted to see ‘Pluft-the little ghost’ (he sometimes felt that he wanted to go ‘pluft’ -it had a nice ring to it as though one could just ‘pluft’ and disappear) and visit the grand market to purchase Grenadian spices to make life a little “spicy”. But so far, no luck! But he knew what to do…call someone he knew.
A little later. Ok it’s time to go live to the Celebrate Legacy at Providence HQ. Here’s Marquee and Irieanna.
Marquee: Well Rebel it is indeed a grand opening ceremony, this Thursday evening, the lightning storm is just magnificent and the rain is falling in perfect waves. I don’t think that we have seen anything like this in years, why, even Pluft the little ghost is in attendance.
Irieanna: Marquee, I am a bit puzzled, this ceremony was supposed to be on Friday but they have moved it to Thursday and on such short notice… there was a big lightning flash just before we arrived here and that was a major part of the show. What’s going on?
Marquee: I was told that a call had been made to the Big Man above and he agreed to sponsor this show on the condition the no “hostile” people be admitted. He said that if everyone “behaved”, the show might go over to Friday.
Both: Wow!!! What a spectacular flash, I think that those poles are on fire, what a magnificent spectacle.
Marquee: Irieanna, I think your hair’s standing on end.
Both: Hello. Hello! Hello?
Back in the studio: Viewers, we seem to be having technical difficulties but in the meantime, we’ll play the takeover song for you…Careee, Careee…festiavaaaal…
On Friday: Keeep holding onnnn. Thursday’s show was better.
Rebelservations
“I may be a dreamer but I’m not the only one”, Palo-mona-lisa smirked as she adjusted the brown top that she hastily put on before she arriving at her crowning ceremony last night. Yea, there were about two others.
It would be folly to rely on the GDF. They reportedly refused to parachute off the plane because they did not want to “fall too hard”.
The black garbage bags filled with grass and lying around the city looks like ancient dinosaur droppings! And we all know who’s the ancient dinosaur in the city! Must’ve hurt.
Win free tickets
Caption this photo and win free tickets. After the Brazilian fiasco: CEO of the Rice…err…art festival…on the phone seeking advice said:
“How much fertilizer should I apply?”
“Haa Haa Haa, dem children cryin and they speakin a jumble jumble language…what they gat at the Pegasus again”.
“I made it! I’m in! I’m in”.
