STARBOY cussin’ like a sailor all week. Sham, yuh see mi crosses, he complained.What troubling you now, Starboy?

Sham, dis is serious binness man.
Really! What’s going on?
Well, fasten yuh seatbelt. A ketch Moses pimping in the Big Apple.
What! Starboy, are you telling me that Nagaas is now a big-time Pimp?
Word up, said Starboy.
Well, give me some details man, I asked.
Sham, de man bin pon TV dress like a yella plantain in a yella suit, yella shut, and yella tie wid him partner-in-time, Granger, pimping his ethnicity fe indian votes fe Granger.
Hold on, hold on, hold on. I think you are wrong here, Starboy. Not Moses. Moses was an outspoken critic of the PNC since 1961. Moses suffered repeatedly at the hands of the PNC dictatorship. The man spent most of his life exposing their dirty dealings — the murder, mayhem, rape, and torture of his fellow countrymen and women. Now you expect me to believe that this same Moses from Whim, Corentyne, is now buddy-buddy with Granger?
Sham, listen; just listen. Is the same Moses from Whim, but now he is a wimp and a pimp. De rascal was pimping fe Indian votes fe Granger. De man deny him indianess to sell Granger to the Indians inna New York. But wot him a read, de Guyanese voters inna New York done spell. Pon de same TV show, Granger try fe distance himself from the indecencies of Forbes Burnham; but him cyaant, because, yuh cyaant separate the duck from the quack.
Now Starboy, you know full well that all this political stuff is a little bit over my head. I never really understood this socialism/communism thing. But like Bob Marley caution us: Don’t be fooled by ism or schism. At the end of the day, you still have to work for a living.
Anyway, let’s get back to Moses. You know, Starboy, it’s been a long time since I heard the name yellow plantain; it is a very beautiful bird. Growing up, during the rainy season, we used to see a lot of them.
Starboy start fe get bex.
Sham, I taakin serious business here, and you talking bout bird. You chupity or wot? Sham, the man was playing second banana to Granger. Every time Moses, wid him lying, prepossessing face made his pitch for the Indian votes, Granger bruk a wicket smile like a Cheshire cat. Sham, mi gat fe laugh. David Granger chanting: ‘I am not Burnham; my name is David Granger. Is that his claim to fame?
But Starboy, what is wrong with that? After all, Granger is running for office, so he is coming clean.
Clean, Sham? Yuh kiddin me, rite? Lemme me tell yuh: Dey aint gat enuff cabalic soap pon dis earth dat can remove the stench from David Granger. Him want fe come clean? Then why him refuse to testify at the Rodney trial? A gwine tell yuh why, Sham. Granger was a high-ranking officer in the GDF at the time of Rodney’s death. Like him haff sumtin fe hide? Is it the blood of Dr. Rodney on the hands of the GDF? Starboy got a message for Moses: ‘Yuh can fool some of the Hindians some of the time, but you cyaant fool all de Hindians all the time. Rememba, yuh can be Puttagee, Indian, Black, Chinee, Dougla, Mulatto, Amerindian and still be a proud and loyal citizen of Guyana. One is ethnicity and the other is nationality. Moses, yur a so-called teacher; yuh shudd know the difference. Unless yuh ah play dead fe see wot votes funeral yuh gwine get.
And with that, Starboy began to sing:
A pimper’s paradise, that’s all he was now
A pimper’s paradise, I am sorry for the victim now
Soon, soon their heads will bow
Pimper’ paradise, don’t lose track
Don’t lose track of yourself, oh, no!
DR. SHAM SAMAROO