Pray for a car for me
HAPPY NEW YEAR! I guess by now you done make your New Year’s resolution. And if I know most of you, you have resolved to lose weight, eat healthier and exercise more.
So you will purge to get rid of all of that food you ate over the holidays. Some of you will join a gym and some will start taking some early morning walks.
And I wish you the very best, because I know we does start out with all good intentions and by February we done. In fact, some start exercising Monday, wake up sore Tuesday, and by Wednesday them done with that.
Me, personally, I don’t normally make
New Year’s resolutions, but this year I making one. My New Year’s resolution is to win a car.
Yes, I said a car.
Now I know you gine tell me that ain’t no resolution, that that is a wish, and how a resolution is something you have full control of, and you might be right.
But the piece o’ old car I have is on its last legs or wheels; it does spend more time now with mechanics than it does spend with me. If it was a human it would have retired medically unfit and getting disability benefits all like now.
But right now I can’t get rid of it ’cause it is all I have and I sure can’t afford to buy one, ’cause the prices I see and the monthly payments for some vehicles is more than a mortgage. So I does got to patch up my old one and hope to win one.
And with that in mind, I will be entering every raffle or competition I see or hear ’bout that a car is the main prize. I serious. So if your organisation selling raffle tickets and offering a car as grand prize, shout me. I gine buy a few tickets.
Bus service real poor
And one of the main reasons that I say
I got to win a car is because of the bus service in Barbados; it real poor. We ain’t got no buses at all and the few that we got don’t work so good.
A couple weeks ago the piece o’ old car was in the hospital. I went by the mechanic to carry some medication for it before passing by my mother to give her a shout.
Look, I left by my mother that night and went to catch the 7 o’ clock bus from town to go home. I was by the bus stop from just about 7 p.m.;
I get a bus at minutes to 11.
While I was by the bus stop the rain come down twice and nearly drown me. I ain’t shame to tell you either, a wee-wee grabble me, and I couldn’t even move. I had to ease up close by the bus stop and ease it out ’cause I couldn’t move to where the bushes were, ’cause I said with my luck the bus would come down and I would miss it.
That wee-wee took me ’bout ten minutes, ’cause I there right in the open, so every time somebody was passing I had to put back the thing in my pants and wait till them pass, then take it back out and leggo a li’l water.
I used to hear people from the country complaining ’bout how them used to have to wait four and five hours for a bus and I thought them used to be exaggerating. But it is true.
Seriously, imagine you left home since six in the morning, gone work from 8 to 5, all day you on your feet working. You gone to catch the 6 p.m. bus and all night you still in the bus stand. Then you get a bus at 11 o’ clock. Them things can’t be fair.
So Cancer Society, Lions, Soroptimists, and all wunna who raffling a car this year, shout me early and let me get a few tickets. And all my Christian friends, pray that I win the car. See ya.