Once upon a now time, it got a gyal who believe in love and romance.
When she was a chile, about five years old, she get a book name Sleeping Beauty. She love this book so much she walk around she home clutching it in one hand, hugging it close to she li’l chest. One afternoon, she read the book again while she mummy sew and she daddy laze on the wood floor, trying to doze.
She daddy look at she reading the book. He snicker. “After she sleep for one hundred years, she mouth must smell so stink,” he say.
That whole afternoon the li’l chile stay very vex with she daddy for saying that.
As she grow up though, she get to realise the truth about what she daddy did say. She learn too that princes don’t rescue gyals, that no gyal should depend on no man to save she.
She parents set a fine example, both o’ them pool ideas and strength to build they li’l family business, and she mother is a great brain in the enterprise, writing them business letters and meeting people. After the daddy pass away the mother conduct business very capably, and she try to teach the gyal whatever she can.
Unfortunately, in Guyana where the gyal grow up, not plenty women got this good luck, and the gyal see too many women out there dependent on men, sucking on to them for they money, waiting, hoping for salvation. And because of poverty, too many women go up for sale in one way or another, and them men pick, choose, refuse all the gyals they want. Some men keep two, three gyals at one time.
Ow, how the gyal heart does ache in sorrow for them women who ain’t got the education, the know-how to help theyselves, to evade the long-reaching, tight-squeezing hands of Poverty. Gyal try to teach whatever she can, to any woman who want to learn a skill; she encourage, push, nag women into getting up and making something for theyselves. And when they listen and do, she feel as if she accomplish the greatest deed in the world.
Recently, a neighbour, Exotic Gyal, lend the gyal a tongue-in-cheek book, ‘Politically Correct, The Ultimate Storybook’ by James Finn Garner. Some o’ them stories is about women who fight up and carry on and start they own industry. Cinderella ain’t wait for no prince to find she glass slipper, that’s fo’ sure.
Yesterday, a slumbering Sunday afternoon, the gyal settle down to dig into this book. As she turn them pages, something inside she just ain’t feel…what is the word…right. She feel as if something disturb she equilibrium, shift it a li’l bit. She think, I ain’t like this, I ain’t too like this at all, they tampering with me well-beloved myths.
Gyal switch on the tee vee.
And what she see showing?
And what the gyal do?
She put down the book and watch Pretty Woman for the umpteenth time. Sigh and laugh and enjoy. For the umpteenth time.
She just ain’t know.
And this morning, she and Rehanna the cleaning gyal, discuss how, when a gyal want she man to do something...or not do, she got to nag and beg and plead and whine. It ain’t matter how good and sweet and kind he is, he gon do it in he own time...or not. If he feel like doin’ it...or not.
Mm-hmm, once upon a now time, it got a gyal who believe in love and romance.