Monday, October 20, 2008

Ladies living in proper places.

Ladies living in proper places don’t weed or trim plants and dig earth at 6:30 a.m. They especially don’t dig outside the garden wall, facing the road where every soul - security guards, gardeners and maids - traversing through can see and reveal shock on they faces, Yahhh, look at she working like a common labourer.

And ladies living in proper places most definitely don’t stop to gyaff…chat…with the fella come to town to work for Boss.
How me Boss mean. He does rent plenty houses and he got business in town too, yet he always ah cry for money, he never got any, he always owe me. He say how things hard and he wife always want things, she want this, she want that. Them rich people nah got conscience, me got two children to mind.

The Boss does live with he wife in a proper place. Bet you she don’t sweep yard with coconut broom, wearing raggedy dress so ole that people passing in they proper cars think she is a beggar gyal who get a li’l job for the day.

Job? Oooh, filthy, shush you mouth gyal. Ladies living in proper places don’t do such things, they don’t teach, do nursing or other such dirty deeds. They sole purpose in life is to cater to they husbands needs, run the house, keep it pretty, provide the meals…some ladies got a troop to follow they orders if they husbands rich enough.

Ladies and they husbands in proper places absolutely do not paint they outdoor house walls themselves like what Neighbour and she hubby do. Ladies in proper places can’t say, like what Neighbour does say, I really don’t care about what people think. (Neighbour say if she had to drive a’ ice-cream van to support she self, she would).

I mostly only know what ladies in proper places don’t do. I really ain’t sure what they do all day to fill the gaps. Maybe they visit beauty salons to manicure they nails so that when they yawn, friends can admire.

27 comments:

http://geoffreyphilp.blogspot.com/ said...

maybe, they blog?

Guyana-Gyal said...

I doubt it, Geoffrey :-) too much thinking time.

Stolid charisma said...

Nah man.. I sure a rounded lady in a proper home can do some gardening when she isn't yawning.

Dan Flynn said...

Hey G,

I think that LWLIPP (Ladies etc) go slowly mad like Mrs Havisham in Dickens's novel Great Expectations. But they don't notice because the cage is gilded.

ps

Love your orange clock. Now I know what the time is in Georgetown and feel comforted.

Sanjeeva said...

Lovely blog!! Can you please guide me to skinup guyana the blog seems to have vanished!!!!!!

Guyana-Gyal said...

Hello Sanjeeva, thanks and welcome. I have no idea about why some bloggers go and where they go to.

DAN. Do you know how HAPPY I AM TO SEE YOU? Ha, yes, that old gilded cage sure captures quite a few wimmen folk here, they long for it and when / if the hubby departs they have no idea what else to do. Hmmm, Ms. Havisham stuck in her wedding dress...

Stolid, you're hopeful, aren't you?

Hayden said...

my granma was like that in the first 2/3 of her life. She gardened, but only flowers, and never without gloves. Didn't have servants so after the children were grown she only had her husband to order about. She didn't "scrub" or cook - his job, since he couldn't afford servants for her. Mostly she read and wrote letters - 360-some penpals!

He died at 62.

About 65 she suddenly put in a huge veggie garden and openly chopped wood - kept up the chopping until 85 and the gardening to 89, died at 90. That's the part of her life I admire.

Dan Flynn said...

G,

I'm oiling up the old Flynn blog for a winter of exposition and invective. Good to be back and thanks fer the lovely compliment.

xx

Jdid said...

proper ladies sound real lawless to me. as my mudda wud say "they want employment"

john.g. said...

ladies do whatever they want,regardless of cost! LOL!

Guyana-Gyal said...

Heh, John, I can't wait for Pat, your mum 2, to comment to that, haha.

Jdid, how I like that word, 'lawless'...I didn't know you all say it too. We'd say 'they want work.'

Oooh, Dan, exposition and invective, nice, nice. I already like what I've read so far. Wicked. I really missed the bad cats. Did the construction guys curry the cockerel after they were done with your roof?

Hayden, how did your granma move from that to that? Wow. You should see me, eyes popping, big grin...

Olivia said...

You're right.

My cousin over there lives in a big house with a "troop to follow orders".

But it's no fun because there's also a driver, a guard house and high electrified walls...Even though I am pretty lazy, I'd much rather be struggling in freedom than luxuriating in that gilded cage!

sablonneuse said...

Oooh welll I'm definitely not a proper lady then as I can often be found doing the garden (but not at 6.30!) and gossiping to passersby.

Dan Flynn said...

G,

The construction guy did curry the cockerel, how spooky you would know that. In Britain there are really posh people who hunt foxes with horses and hounds. When they catch and butcher a fox they ritually dab blood onto the forehead of people who are hunting for the first time. In keeping with this tradition, but also throwing in a touch of voodoo Scaffolding Joe made Bubba, his dim son drink four thimbles of said blood, one to each point of the compass. The boy's anemic anyway so I'm sure it did him no harm. Afterwards they cooked the bird and used its feathers to stuff a pillow Bubba's been knitting for a girl he's sweet on. The boy may not be very bright but he knows a thing or two about the circle of life. Ah.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Dan, when all is said and done, that's proper recycling what Scaffolding Joe and Bubba did, nothing was wasted. They must be from this part of the world, not down South.

Sab, that sounds just fine.

Olivia, the more folks you employ in this part of the world, the more your private life is spread all over the place, can't stop the maids and cooks and gardeners from chatting...I can imagine that some of them, after reading this blog, will try to stifle their staff though, haha.

raptus8 said...

despite what you may say maybe they blog and maybe they do get their hands dirty (by choice)...do you expect them to wear filthy clothing when they have clean new ones.
No matter where you work or what you do everyone works hard for whatever they have and also to keep what you have.

Tell me guyana gyal which do you prefer to exhaust your mind or your body?
also do you think that physical hard work is more exhausting than working your mental?

Guyana-Gyal said...

Hello Raptus8, welcome. I don't agree that everyone works hard for whatever they have. I've seen too much exploitation. As for mental vs. physical, both are necessary.

DCveR said...

Well, some of those ladies in proper places also have gardeners and butlers and masseurs and drivers and tennis teachers too keep them from being bored...

Guyana-Gyal said...

Dcver!!! Last night, after I heard from Dan, I ran over to your blog to see if you too are back blogging, I wondered how you and G H are doing, how's your papa, how's work, is the lady with the big bum and low waist pants still there, everything, everything I wondered.

Ha, those ladies are there in Portugal too, eh? Heh, I'd love to see Lucy do some sketches, haha.

Brass Knuckle said...

proper ladies are proper in titles only. butler, gardener etc make them improper

Guyana-Gyal said...

Haha, bet the butler or gardener has to be properly good-lookin' though, Mr. Knuckle.

zooms said...

The few 'ladies' that I know of are mostly very sad and lonely and drink a lot of gin........ in a ladylike way, naturally.

kfm said...

i want wan pro-pah maid to keep dis (bleep) house pro-pah kleen

cadiz12 said...

ladies living in proper places are overrated.

PI said...

I've suspected it for some time - now I'm sure. I 'aint no lady:)

K.A. Munsey-Carlton said...

I found your blog while looking for things on Guyana for my step-sister who was born in Georgetown and lives in Atlanta, GA in the USA now.

I fell in love with your story and your voice immediately. Far too god for a blog. I think you are a brilliant writer whose words are poetry! I swear I can hear your voice speaking to me. Luckily, some of the slang I learned from my sister, but your voice is as enchanting as any Southern Literature voice (I love American Southern Lit).

I wish I were a publisher because I would grab your stories up. I think that they would make great children's lit, too. I can already see the illustrations in my head.

You have a great gift.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Hello K.A. welcome to Guyana. I can't begin to tell you thank you enough for your kind words. I've been wallowing in the blues for a couple of silly reasons, and your words have lifted me out of them...and to think you have your own dreadful elephant to digest...what generosity of spirit you have. Thank you, thank you, thank you.