The Cricket Crusader has come back from hiatus, awakened from my slumber by the raucous clamoring for justice in my homeland.
A great injustice is being perpetrated on the people of Guyana by a gang of thugs, the jackboots ring against the concrete as they execute warrants , search homes and offices , the pungent odor of fascism raises from the very halls of justice designed to protect the rights of the people.
Shame on Carl Singh, shame on Ian Chang, shame! shame! shame! notice I do not say shame on Anil Nandalall , his ilk have no shame.
Cricket, the most pressing problem in the country, why? how can this be? who is behind all of this?
Answers are there if you know where to look, see Bissondyal Singh hiding behind the bulk of Clive Lloyd seeking to become legitimate, see Clive loosing his legitimacy as it follows his integrity out of the door , see Roger Harper eyes alight ,watching the ball of power as it swings in the air, oh ! the class fielder is willing it into his grasp, see Nandalall the puppet-master pulling on strings , his puppeteer himself hidden in the shadows as always, LIGHT! LIGHT ! scream the people , expose these charlatans, the lights come on and the cast assembles to take a bow, what a strange group of men , how strangely they regard each other as if seeing each other for the first time.
Bissoondyal Singh his role of Brutus played to the hilt, literally.
Anil Nandalall resplendent as Cassius, complete with lean and hungry look.
The Guyana Cricket Board having served as long and glorious as Julius Caesar , lies dead.
Irfan Alli excellent in his role of Fat Bastard, what? apologies, wrong movie.
Ronnie Sarwan and Dinnath Ramnarine have declined to come into the light, WIPA/WIPMACOL shadows to the end.
But where is Mark Anthony? I am afraid he is not with this cast, another time perhaps, but where are the others, they men in front , the brave foot soldiers, Roger Harper, Claude Raphael , Clive Lloyd, Alfred King, Mark Harper, Stephen Fraser? surely Clive gets to come on stage and tell his tale of upward mobility, it never gets old, I swear! We want Clive! encore! encore! ah but that War Horse has been put out to pasture and will not be taking home any awards today.
Get those extras away from the stars! barks the director , and Roger, Claude, Alfred, Clive and Stephen are herded unceremoniously through the wings, no bows, no applause, just a quick shove in the back, at least Stephen and Clive keep their sacks of silver. The lot of the negro in Guyana will improve one day, it must! shouts Roger Harper in a parting shot, playing well above his average is ol' Rog!
The critics are undecided, so many questions, so many sub-plots, impropriety? no impropriety? visas? no visas? bank accounts , secret bank accounts, court orders, secret court orders, and what about Frank Anthony, surely we thought he would be the hero, his name almost matches, it would have been a good fit, alas he was merely used as set decoration, an opportunity missed for sure.
The poisonous allegations will hang in the air long after the facts see the light of day, it is a facet of our Guyanese psychological make up to believe the worst of each other, facts be dammed, who does anything in Guyana for love alone, they had to be making money!, and that my friends is why we have failed, we elected a Government of know criminals , because we collectively believe criminality to be the norm.
Take a bow Mr.Director ,Dr.Barath Jagdeo, bask in the glow of appreciation, you did so much to make us accept criminality as a part of our make up, we accept you and your party of brigands to feast on our treasury , its yours we shout, be generous your highness, dig a drain for us its raining, we might flood, look at the Idiot King smile. My People! My People! we have done it we have killed the civility in our midst, we have won.
Ah, but those who know the tale well, know Mark Anthony rides a white horse and never sleeps, he is working tirelessly behind the curtains that blind your eyes and one day the truth shall indeed set you free.
We Ride!
A link to the most secret court order, a Royal Prerogative from the court of Ramotar.
