Friday, September 23, 2005

House sweet house.

This evening we going back to the dead house, the house what had the funeral this week.

As soon as we decide this, a couple o’ thoughts ka-ching in me.

Just like how we got wedding house, we got dead house.

Just like how we weddings does take place at we house, the funerals does do so too.

And just so how we weddings can chamkay, dance and ghotay for days...them funerals does linger, linger, move ‘way dheeray, dheeray, slooow, slooow.

And if you think at the dead house them characters and conversations does get muted in the grieving...think again.

At the dead house this week I see Aleea, 4-year-old girl-chile who know from now why she ain’t want to marry.

I see Combackee who waltz in with she shoes, into the house o’ mourning. [Big disrespect].

And I hear the story ‘bout the thief who phone he gyal-friend to break up with she while he in still in the act of thiefing...

11 comments:

kfu mama said...

somebody sen me some pixs of de combackee.....hehehe....

she grands dem cute...ow...

i dont really remember going to any deadhouse, but I remember Pa's..so many people, an so much coffee to make an so much mosquitos an plenty plenty talk...family can mek an bruk at dead house too...family an frens really does help out...an ah talking bout the ones who really care

DCveR said...

Funerals here gather people that usually don't meet much, so gossip is heavy at Portuguese funerals.

Chrome* said...

Why the girl-chile know she don't want to marry? At 4? Already?

-Chrome*

uzuri.afi said...

my family is guyanese too, I am first generation born in USA. SO I had to come by and give you love. good read and i look forward to seening you by the spot. Blessings.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Hey blaiqangel, welcome. First generation Guyanese born in the USA. Another blogger, Omar Phillips is too.

Thanks for visiting, I'll pop by your blog later after I'm done sewing.

Yes, Chrome, already. I plan to write it later. You talkin' Guyanese, boy.

Hehe, it's the same thing here Dcver...gossip, people meeting...folks you haven't seen in ages...

Kungfu mama, you NEVER been to a dead house? Oh, I know, you migrated when everybody else was migrated. And it's only them old folks left here. Me, one young chick amongst retirees!

DCveR said...

The weird part is that a lot of people are actually glad they are meeting and at the same time sorry they are meeting at a funeral, it is kind of awkward.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Now that you've mentioned it, D, yes...there's a certain way people behave...with a sort of discreet gladness...balancing joy with grief.

I've seen people light up when they see someone they haven't seen in a long while, then they suddenly remember...oops, I'm at a funeral.

kfu mama said...

you know, me forget bout Hon's uncle, but me was hosting the "event" cause everybody else been hallering but at night me couldnt sleep cause me get nightmares an is cause of the way he died....

Zinnia Cyclamen said...

D and GG, I recognise that dynamic too, with people so happy to meet each other but not sure it's ok to express that at a funeral. For me it feels truly ok, because it's one of the most important times to celebrate our connections with each other - when one connection is broken forever. It doesn't seem disrespectful to me. One of my mother's uncles didn't have much money to leave when he died, but he left instructions that what he had was to be spent on a big party for all his family and friends. This was before I was born, but it became a strong story in my family, and I think it's influenced my views.

Aunty Marianne said...

My mother (who is a nurse) tries to take the smallest, newest baby she can find to any funeral she attends. She says people need to be reminded that the cycle of life is strong and that the old are remembered and honoured in the new.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Aunty Marianne, your mum sounds like a wise, and very interesting woman. Give her my regards, please.

Oooh, Zinnia, what an uncle! I wonder what he was like, when he was alive.

Here, people tend to tone down their happiness at seeing long-lost friends at a funeral. We're a verrrrry traditional society. We wait until after the funeral...

Kungfu mama, you still sad about that uncle? I am, always, even though I didn't know him. I hope he rests in peace.