Pray for a car for me

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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.

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