Mature women ‘cussing out’ in the street, using expletives of the most colourful kind. They raise their skirts or dresses to reveal their underwear in an effort to mock their opponents, or read out and reenact family sins. They threaten to stain each other with old urine from the ‘posey’ sitting under the bed and often do.
There are also middle-aged and older men gathering at drinking spots from early in the morning, arguing over some cricket game or mumbling over a pack of cards or dominoes. Before you know it, they’re drunk long before lunch and sometimes an eruption would occur. Somebody conned somebody and a broken bottle would be the weapon used to threaten murder or wounds.
The women reminisce on when they used to party; how great the music used to be back then. Sam Cooke, The Temptations and Marvin Gaye (just to name a few) used to have them floating on air. That was music back then! “Dem young people singing share ‘faught’ now!” they say.
There are whispers about how they found themselves in a dark corner of the
