I writing you to let you know, you can’t keep a good gyal down. You think I don’t know what you up to? You who come knocking and then run away like a li’l bad boy who ring people bell and run.
Well, I ain’t waiting for you no more...as a matter of fac’, I ain’t even answering your knock. I gon just make the best of what I got.
First, I gon examine what I got. Plenty mosquitoes at night after a li’l rainfall in the day.
Ha. You think that you, Opportunity, gon stop me from working by sending mosquitoes to jook me poor delicate self? Let them bite, man, let them bite. When they get fat and full up with blood...splat...I kill them dead. Then!
I gon save them in a bottle and sell them as goldfish food. Al Gore gon be proud of me. No carbon emission happening here. Bill Gates gon be proud of me. I cleaning the world, getting rid of things that spread sickness. G8 gon be proud of me. Third World gyal trying to build life in country that get debt-write off.
Now, next thing I got. Blackouts. Yesterday and the night before we had long ones.
You think you gon send blackouts to stop me, eh Opportunity? You just wait. When I find a way to market blackouts Abroad, I gon be rich, rich, rich, and you gon be the one begging me to knock at your door.
Put that pepper in your pot and make pepperpot, Opportunity.
Yours merrily, G.G.