A strange occurrence.

In all me born days, I never know it coulda happen here. Even as teeny-weenie li’l tots they teach we that some things just don’t occur on the tip of South America, they only take place in other countries. Like snow.

But…bless me soul if I lie…we got a foreign season here now!

I always thought that the only seasons we get is mango season, sapodilla season…all kinda fruits in season, rainy season and the rest o’ the year is sun.

Truth to tell, I shouldn’t doubt that this foreign season is really occurring here.

It must be true.

I see it on tee vee.

And as everybody know, everything you see on all them media is true.

One business academy advertise summer classes; one wild entertainment group promoting a fun event taking place this summer, and several small schools inviting parents to enroll they chil’ren in summer programmes.

The only problem is though, we the people can’t really tell when is actually summer. Because it all depend on when them classes or events taking place. Some last for one week in July; some happen one weekend or a day in August. Others go from July to August.

Why this strange weather pattern happening here, you ask? Some folks would say that it is because we the people suck up all things foreign without discrimination; others say we get brain-washed by too much foreign tee vee.

But I say that it got to be because of global warming. Too much sun in we head, man, too much heat.

I decide, just in case them other foreign seasons take over here too, I gon do a calendar for we the people.

It go like this:

January. February. March.

Spring.

May. June. July.

Summer.

September.

Audum [that is, Autumn with the foreign pronunciation that we the people love].

November.

Winner [that is, Winter with the foreign pronunciation that we the people love].

This is what global integration is all about.