Mehn wait mehn. Yorna know who coming? Da me.Da me Paul again.Writing da my area. I na like woman or girlfriend business; I like writing business. Writing da my woman. I na like eating business; I like writing business. Writing da my food. I na like drinking business; I like writing business. Writing da my water.
Oh, so you na hear me good, good? I say I na like woman business. Anytime a girl brings woman business around me, I can run away if my good heart is there. If my good heart is not there, I can take the girl’s complaint to the nearest police station. I na carry plenty women and girls to the police station before. Da whah I can do. Da me say so. You like it, jacko; you na like it, Jack-o’-Lantern.
Mehn wait mehn. Yorna know me? Da me again.Da me Paul. My mou’hna scared. It na scared yesterday. It na scared today, and it nascared tomorrow. Da me say so.
Anyway, my people, when I sit, stand, lie, run, yawn, talk, play, write, drive, ride, laugh, teach, learn, clean up, peepee, poopoo, vomit, sneeze, cough, cry, sing, call, kiss, dance, and so forth, I always think about the interestingness of life. Life is really interesting.
I see a determined shoeshine boy sitting on Broad Street. He is wishing that a woman or a man with dusty shoes will come his way. On the other hand, I see on the same Broad Street a determined man wearing a clean and shiny pair of shoes he had polished at home before coming to work. He is wishing that no dirt will touch his shoes, for he is not prepared to spend a dime on shoe polishing. Isn’t life interesting, my people?
I look and see a man selling umbrellas around. He is praying and hoping that something will cause or force other people to buy his umbrellas; in other words, he wants it to rain so that his umbrellas will be sold. He desires a rainy day. On the other hand, I see people, the people who are supposed to be the ones to buy his umbrellas, going here and going there as they go about their normal activities; however, they are praying and hoping that no rain will fall. Isn’t life interesting, my people?
I see a technician sitting in his shop, praying or hoping that someone with a radio, television, fan or some other machine or appliance will have problems with those appliances so that he can bring them to his shop for fixing. On the other hand, I see the owners or buyers of these very machines praying and hoping that their machines will not spoil or develop any problems; in other words, they don’t want to experience any situations that will lead them to taking their appliances to a technician. This also shows the interestingness of life, my people.
Listen, my people. I see Liberians, rich and poor, wishing to sleep in a mosquito-free environment, wishing that they will not spend their money on mosquito nets, coil and spray day and night. On the other hand, I see people engaged in the selling of mosquito nets, coil and spray, wishing for the number and stubbornness of mosquitoes to increase so that people can be forced to buy their nets and other anti-mosquito substances. Doesn’t make life interesting, my people?
To be continued…
Seriously, my people, aren’t these points to ponder?