The day after
Satiricus couldn’t get fast enough to the old watering hole at the Back Street. “Oh! How much can change in a day!” he thought,...
No-confidence lash
Satiricus was serious. He was mulling the departure of his old buddy Hari from their bi-weekly sojourn at their Back Street watering hole. Hari...
Moving on
Satiricus was excited as he walked towards the Back Street Bar. His cousin Georgie, from New York, had returned and was thinking about setting...
Goodbye
Satiricus was feeling glum. His old “gyaffing” buddy Hari, had been fired from his Government job and he’d be emigrating since there weren’t any...
Budget loose ends?
Satiricus breathed a sigh of relief as he sauntered into the Back Street bar. The Budget was done and he wouldn’t have to put...
Plain speaking
Satiricus was groggy as he stumbled towards the Back Street Bar. As the switch-hitter man for his newspaper, he had to cover the Budget,...
All skin teeth na laff
Satiricus was quite upbeat as he ambled towards the Back Street Bar. Ever since he quit the KFC party, he’d noticed they’d practically disappeared...
Where’s the money
Satiricus was upset…and it showed as he trundled like a Walking Dead to the Back Street Bar. He’d been ordered by his editor to...
Where’s the money
Satiricus was upset…and it showed as he trundled like a Walking Dead to the Back Street Bar. He’d been ordered by his editor to...
Who’s the plantain?
Satiricus was still in a state of euphoria! He now understood how MLK must’ve felt when he shouted, “Free at last! Free at last!...