Annie visit we the other night. After she drink homemade ginger beer, gyaff (chat) li’l bit and gone I remember the time, about a month ago, when she been to the bloody-stink and filthy abattoir. ‘Abattoir’, by the way, is Guyanese-euphemism for ‘slaughter house’. Now what a nice gyal like Annie been doing in a place like that ain’t the point. The point is the conversation she overhear there.
A woman at the abattoir been telling another woman about one o’ them herbal doctors night show on local tee vee.
A man phone Herbal Doctor on the tee vee show. The man complain that he pencil does break too soon when a woman sharpen it. But when he masticate the pencil it don't break too soon.
“Is your pencil too short?” Herbal Doctor ask.
Of course, the man deny this with great belligerence. "No! No! My pencil is not too short! It is not short at all!!!"
When the woman in the abattoir done relay this tee vee show to she friend, the friend say, "He does masticate he pencil? He gon go blind. I read it in a book."
I ain’t know the point to this tale at all…