Dear Nesta,
How you, muhgirl? I notice yuh been battlin’ de wevver recently, but yuh got to expeck dah at dis time o’ year. I never hear you did ever belonks to de group dat had to line duh jackets wid newspaper, to keep out de col’, so I sure t’ings awright wid you.
I en got to tell yuh how we doin’ down hey. T’ings gettin’ mo’ an’ mo’ hot wid each passin’ day, an’ I en talkin’ ’bout de wevver, neiduh. Jes’ imagine, two days from today, is “E” Day. De date dat had evahbody spinnin’ like a top in mud – February 21 – gine get hey at las’, an’ all wrongs gine become right, or all rights gine become wrong. Wuhevah.
Some faces downcas’ in utter shock, while ethuhs skinnin’ an’ grinnin’ wid glee. Well, dah’s how de cookie does crumble. But praise God, it gine be all ovuh – at leas’ ’til anethuh five years – an’ de country could get back to celebratin’ de Lenten Season in de proper way it should. I wonder ef anyt’ing still sacred in dis worl’ neh?
All dah talk ’bout a “clean campaign” turnin’ out to be jes’ dat – talk. Mebbee it mighta start out so, but it certainly not endin’ like dat. I en know ef it is desperation, an’ some candidates now feel bewzin’ an’ name-callin’ gine get mo’ votes dan stickin’ to issues, but it is mos’ on-call fuh, an’ comin’ from people dat shoulda know better an’ set a good example.
De muck-rakin’ really hit de gutter las’ week. I was sorry enuff fuh dah po’ woman, faif. Cut out de bewzin’ an’ stick to tellin’ we yuh plans fuh a better Buhbayduss, please!
Crowds might laff when a speaker “bad-talkin’” he opponent, but it don’ mean he gettin’ duh “X”! Jes’ de opposite. My nighber tell muh las’ elections, she promise one politician faifully she was votin’ fuh he party, an’ when she reach de pollin’ boof (in de car he sen’ fuh she, min’ yuh), he opponent get she “X”, as dah was she intention all along.
Ef dah sayin’ “Liar, liar, pants on fire” had any troof to it, de Fire Brigade would be wukkin’ overtime, faif. Dis campaign got mo’ “strangers to de troof” dan John read ’bout. Rightaway, Philomena an’ muhself realize “politrics” din fuh we, so we cut an’ run – clean outta de political arena. Yuh got to be a “special breed” to be able to spin all dem tall “bed-time stories” ’pon de flatform, night after night, wid a straight face, tryin’ to get people to believe yuh.
An’ a lot o’ people does get ketch, only to fine out later on down de road, it was jes’ a “story”, an’ after de elections, howevuh duh search, de “story-teller” jes’ disappear like magic.
Two days to go, an’ upwards to now, I cyahn tell yuh who gettin’ my “X”. I would be lyin’ ef I say I know wuh de two candidates in my area look like. I only know duh from de billboards. Duh bofe look pleasant enuff, an’ I always hear a “picture say a t’ousan’ words”, but not dis time. Fuhget appearances, um is duh parties “ideology” (I recently learn dah word) I int’rested in, an’ dah is whey I still oncertain.
Anyhow, I readin’ all ’bout de fancy promises in de two manifestos, an’ gine try an’ pick out de “wheat from de tares”, an’ come to muh own conclusions.
We now comin’ down de homestretch, an’ success in de air, but fuh who?
Tek care o’ yuhself
Yuh frien’ Babsie
