Satiricus’ heart went out to Rum Jhaat. As a member of the PPCEE, the Jhaat had always figured old man Jagun was too “soft”. Look how the Jhaat and Nagga Man were always drinking and carrying on in rum shops – but Jagun never kicked them out of the party.
Imagine Hyte saw Nortun drinking some beers one time at a street corner – and threw him out of the party!! The General Secretary!! Hyte said Nortun was his “creature”.
Ramjattan liked Hyte and BurntHam. Their motto was, “Tek first lick…but don’t tek last lick!!” And so when Jagdesh had made a fuss about Rum Jhaat carrying news to the US Embassy, the Jhaat claimed he was imitating BurntHam. Going with the tide.
And when he was kicked out, he swore he would get “last lick” on the PPP/C and Jagdesh. He was prepared to do anything.
First he would get the TrotMan out of the KFC. If they rotated and gyrated like they’d promised, it would’ve been TrotMan’s turn to be the Presidential Candidate. But he’d gotten him out…no??
And he cancelled the “rotating and gyrating” rule – so his buddy Nagga Man could fill the spot. The Jhaat figured this was his master stroke. If he’d pushed himself, people like NoGel, whose turn it was, would’ve said he was screwing them.
But the Jhaat was now facing a burning dilemma. He’d arranged for Nagga Man to get married to GrainJa in Berbice, figuring that this would bring in the Berbice votes. He’d even slept between the two of them on the first night – as the “luck knee”.
And because of Berbice custom he had to tek the “larwah” before Nagga Man. It wasn’t easy….He was still sore all over. His throat was sore because of his screaming…
But he was terrified as what was to happen now that it was clear he and Nagga Man wasn’t able to bring out the 11 per cent Berbicians as they’d promised. Not only would he be able to jail Jagdesh, like he’d dreamt. GrainJa had told him clearly if they didn’t bring in the votes, it was more larwah for him.
The Jhaat would have to tek last lick…again and again!! Ouch!!