For these reasons we agonise, listening to PPP chat a bagga tings, as we live lives of bountiful tribulations. Where, unlike their nice lives, our heads are all of grey, since burdened we are with worries. For our fridge empty. Our children hungry. Our bank account empty. Our lives empty. So where’s this nice life?
Black economy
Nevertheless, they continue to chat a bagga tings, on Guyana nice, however such niceties we struggle to see. For our minimum wage, barring catastrophe prone Haiti, is the lowest in the Hemisphere. Where such minimum wage is being consumed by their cost of dying. For plantain we can’t afford. Cassava we can’t afford. Eddoe we can’t afford. Vegetables are out of our reach. For only broken dog rice, our minimum wage could afford.
Then out of this minimal minimum wage, we’re expected to pay rent. Water bills, despite the water being mauby brown. Electricity, which like our baby daddies, is more absent than present. Internet, which is best described as internot. Phone bills, more like Phones ills. And this is their nice Guyana. Nice fo who? Certainly not we.
However, them chat more bagga tings, how they will make sugar GREAT again. Of which, they’re surely right, as sugar is now a GREAT money shredder, that takes in billions, while we starve. For starving we’re, since community investment is informed by race and political affiliation. Where the babbling Bishop prophesy, vote PPP and your roads will be fixed. Vote PPP to be counted in our One Guyana. Vote PPP to earn criminal immunity. Vote PPP, to win multi-billion contracts. But we voted not PPP, so Guyana not nice for we.
Euthanasia service
Nonetheless, them continue to chat a bagga tings, about their first class Healthcare. But this healthcare is more of an euthanasia service. For mothers them killing. Babies them killing. Children them killing. Adolescents them killing. Adults them killing. Since we’ve the highest maternal mortality in the hemisphere. The highest neonatal mortality in the hemisphere. The highest infant mortality in the hemisphere. The lowest life expectancy in the hemisphere. Yet them a say this. Them a say that. Them a chat a bagga tings. While we carry coffins for our women in childbirth.
Nevertheless, they continue chat a bagga tings of the number of hospitals they building. But them hand wuk and them hand wuk, yet despite them hand wuk, nothing ain’t erect. For the building monies are going into friends, family and favourites pockets. Which means, we continue to die, as they F-up the Healthcare.
Social disservice
Notwithstanding, them continue to chat more bagga tings, on how their Social Service is the creme de la creme. Yet social ills we continue to see. For men beating women like racehorses. Men killing women like Jack the Ripper. Many poor, are getting high, for feeling low, yet no rehab. The mentally ill, in street porn. Alcohol consumption in the rural communities, is a prelude to a good old fashion wife beating. Child abusers, abusing kids and the Judiciary. Homeless babies begging in the streets. Women disempowered by men are further disempowered by PPP. Children going to bed with only prayers in their mouths. The pauperise masses dying of malnutrition.
Lawlessness and disorder
Yet PPP continue to chat a bagga a tings about Guyana nice. But if you whisper Jagabat, jail awaits you. If you whisper trench crappo, jail awaits you. If you label them terrorists, jail awaits you. If them label you terrorist, jail awaits you. But when their terrorists terrorise us, hampers and billions await them.
However, taught we were that the Judiciary should be independent of the executive. But that’s not the case in our 83,000sq miles. For political persecution is biting us like mosquitoes.The DPP has metamorphosed PPP. Sugate is now permanently locked. SOCU so PPP blind, they’ve disregarded Jagdeo’s interview, to politically persecute APNU. Lawyers being arrested wrong for advising Miranda rights. Extrajudicial killings have been given life to take Black lives. Police bypassing gun crimes, to surveil political rivals. Police taking bribes rather than statements. Stoplights just stop. Our roadways are now slaughterhouses. Potholes are like long-jump pits. Like Russian hypersonic missiles, crimes skyrocketing to kill. Yet they chat a bagga tings, how Guyana nice. Nice fo who?
Mark’s Take
But this we know—Mo money, mo problems. However, they’re thieving all the money, whilst dumping us with all the problems. No wonder them chatting a bagga tings about Guyana nice, however that we certainly ain’t experiencing.
