WELL, ALL O’ THE CROP OVER FETES, partying and masquerading done and behind us and things have kinda settled down and gone back tuh normal or so it seems.
But, it looks like normal ain’t too easy fuh some people at all, especially some women who, as I said before, was at evah single cockfight and now dat the festival dust has settled, it looks like some o’ dem catching kittens.
What I mean tuh say is dat September staring ya straight in ya face and ya know dat children have tuh get in tuh school. Some o’ these women have babies dat gine be going into the nursery or nursery schools fuh the first time and the mothers have tuh make sure dat duh meet wid all the necessary requirements in order fuh the children tuh be accepted.
Some children will be changing from nursery tuh primary and some from primary tuh secondary. Now you and I would know all o’ dat gine mean all kinds of uniforms. Doan talk ’bout if some o’ these women got more than one child and at different and schools. I could only imagine the stress.
The other day I overheard some women talking ’bout the amount o’ money they have tuh fork out fuh the children books and school clothes. You would nevah believe dat these is some o’ the same women who always had tuh have the latest hairstyles, wear the latest outfits, fingernails long and purty as France and be where evah and when evah two tots gine hit together.
Some women just ain’t easy, hear? It is as if these women decide tuh do the dog at every Crop Over event and only then after evahthing done, deal wid what evah come up. I tell ya, hear? The way I see some o’ dem carrying on all during the Crop Over season, you woulda never believe dat dem had children tuh look out fuh. It look tuh me like they didn’t give too hoots ’bout how things would be after the lot o’ long, loud partying done.
I ain’t making nuh sport, ya know? If you see how some o’ these women was getting on, once there was a Foreday Morning, dem was ready and out tuh all like a pop kite, decked out in duh costumes and was part o’ the thousands, wine-ing and going down Spring Garden Foreday Morning and Kadooment Day. Monday coulda come pon a Sunday. Tomorrow will take care of itself, and all like now so, reality has kicked in and I know a lot o’ dem groaning now.
Well, not dat a lot o’ we who ain’t get aught up in the lot o’ feting and festivities ain’t groaning too, ya know? We groaning just as much and just as hard. Ya see, because of the tone the economy is taking and direction the country seem tuh be going in, all o’ we groaning.
It ain’t look like nuhbody know ’bout anything any more, not even the very politicians who making the decisions. As I said before, some people like duh just wake up. Duh like duh just realize how serious the situation is in this country and this body blaming this body and dat one blaming the next.
Boy, all we could do now is pray dat the people who get put in tuh run this country fuh the next five years would seek counsel so dat they would make the right decisions in order tuh ensure a better future, hear? Right now things look real bleak but I know, and people who believe like me know, dat wha’evah happens and whoevah mak it happen or not happen, God is still in control; I ain’t care wha’ nuhbody say.
• Mavis Beckles was born and raised in The Orleans. She has an opinion on everything.
