(Conclusion)
“I-man know where and what I-man come from that is why I-man ain no pushover y`sight Mr. Simon? Nobody can’t fool D-I with no bullshit document that say they searching for “sustainable development in tropical rainforests” (as mih ole grand-dread use to say)– “an wuh behind dat?” Is duh and wuh else going on with all this gathering of information about bush medicines?“I-man want mine now-now! Gimme my due NOW. PAY ME for every leaf pon every tree that have a value to you, the pharmaceutical industry.. Cause I-man ain sure is who development all that Iwokrama scientific activity at Kurupukari going to sustain? Not me and mine. Ain nobody in de whole wide world want to sustain d I-and-I development. Rastaman going pass fuh grass unless D-I stand-up…”
Eh-eh Rastaman just won’t stop –
“Listen good. I-man come down from the ancestor name IMHOTEP! He was THE TRUE FATHER OF MEDICINE, yeah…the same one who dream me the other night. You know the dream Mr Simon, you been right here when I-man wake up and tell yall that dream, remember? The brother Imhotep come long before Hippocrates who Whitey hestory say in books, is “the father of physicians.” –

Rasta say – BUN! THAT IS LIE! Hippocrates use to gather wisdom from my man Imhotep the true father! And he dream me. Imhotep dream me – He say: all o’ we and I sight d banna did talking bout ALL OF US! must guard these medicine trees, y’sight? But were you listening when I was talking Bro?
Everybody listening now though. Cause is like another tek-ups gon start up this one sounding like if is de mother of all tek-ups fulla more drama than even this…d biggest tekups of all, that make everybody forget all d udder tekups cause they listening Rastaman. And when he finish, was a deep deep silence in the camp. So you could hear dis one coming from outside with a vengeance and a –
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUSH!
Is d sound in d distance is another tekups coming.
And suddenly all d birds flying-up from they roost – and is monkey chattering… babboon howling….eaves drizzling from the trees and watch, look how night already settling pon d black Essequibo water but you could still see the river shivering and – hear somebody hollering –
“Is what is that? And somebody else asking –
“Yuh hear it?”
Everybody hear it; but is what? Is African bees? Is d wind blowing where it please through d trees?
“JEEZ! – IS A SQUALL YALL!”
Is Buckman (sorry) Simon hollering now with authority in his voice:
“ALL-YOU IS STUPIDMAN, OR WHAT? IS A SQUALL I TELLING YALL! IT COMING RASTAMAN!”
Simon say sharp, sharp, his voice cracking like a whip just like them tree limbs snapping:
“You playing foolish or what? You don’t know what storm sounding like no more Rastaman? Well…just look how dem birds flying-up, watch the trees how they dancing and bending down to the ground. You-all better stop all this foolishness and get out of here quick quick before one big- trunk drop pon this tent-top.”
Is Simon passing orders now –
“Quick, quick, quick! Put some heavy rock on the pot. Slack-up the paulin-rope, give she room …let the wind play with she a little bit…stay in the open…watch thetrees…stay close to the trunk! Doan run Endsaman! DON’T RUN! Stay close to them tree-trunk watch them good.
“But is which-side d lady who say she going Kurupukari disappear? Anybody see where she go – is when she gone? Doan worry…she must know. You-all hustle, hustle quick! We gon stand-up in the clearing… watch the trees…watch the trees see if they falling…stay close to the trunk….
Next morning everybody wake up with the same question pon they mind – Is where that woman…say she going Kurupukari, who siddown pon that jackass in d corner quiet, quiet tekking in all d tekups…is where she disappear to, eh?
Next week – IS WUH GOING ON? The Big Question on Everyone’s Lips.