Seems I heard recently that a very talented Looshan had invented a special app strictly for zombees . Or was that just another invention by the Red Zone’s leading inventor? Anyway, now that Campaign 666 has gone to the devil, it’s like some angry individuals have taken revenge on the whiz kid. There are those who insist certain individuals grabbed the young feller in the dead of night and dropped him off somewhere near Morne Sion. You know, the famous kaskoo just outside of Choiseul where in 2006 a busload of people on their way from a funeral disappeared into thin air? Oh, but I lie. Only two people disappeared without trace. Fellow passengers were discovered dead on the sea rocks at Morne Sion. To this day nobody can explain the accident that wasn’t an accident, even though relatives of the deceased picked up some serious accident insurance dollars. Neither can anyone say what happened to the missing two . . . or even who the devil they could have been!
Speaking of the devil: I really don’t want to encourage more talk about supernatural activities that occupied several much-respected citizens for several weeks before June 6, 2016. But it appears countless fellow citizens are interested in nothing else at this time, judging from various Looshan threads on Facebook. Take a peep for yourself. Every other word that jumps at you is the O-word. Obeah! Obeah! Every other person and his auntie is writing with authority about who did what with what chembois to win what seat. The inside whisper is a certain group of foreign Indians made a whole heap of money admistering special baths three times a week to people whose names would stop your pumping heart. According to one FB report the Indians had no choice but to import a special lard tub for one of the more concerned politicians. Not even the largest bath available locally was large to accommodate the man aft, let alone his belly.
And another thing: the buzz around town is that the former deputy pee-em is playing his latest role only at the discretion of a certain super star; at any rate, until the next red gathering. To put it another way, he’ll keep his latest job as seat warmer until the arrival of the heir apparent. Some important people with a barrel of Grey Goose inside them were overheard saying at a cooler fete Saturday that Juffali’s golden boy knew what he was talking about when he told the media about a rebirth about to take place. They say the boy was in dead earnest. Well, time will tell . . .