They say it take a mass o’ people to raise a family.
Fortunately, in the years before materialism set in here, plenty folks migrate by the masses.
Think what woulda happen if every auntie, uncle, cousin, friend, cousin of friend, friend of cousin been livin’ here still, and a pile o’ them land up on you’ doorstep on the same birt’day!
But anyway, we the people here is still a lovin’, givin’ lot. We know all the right words for them, especially when it is their birt’dayS.
Ow, I try to call you but I couldn’t get through on the phone, you know how Guyana is. So hhhhard to get through with overseas calls.
Ow, I woulda send you a gift but if you know how hhhhard it is to send gifts, nothing good to buy here. And y’know how pos’ office people does thief plenty.
Ow, I try to send a’ e-card but we had powercut.
Thanks to Cousin Lis though, I ain’t got to repeat this set o’ lies…obviously, living overseas ain’t stop she in she tracks. Last December, she say, “Ow, I wish I coulda been there to spend the day with you.” And she send a birt’day song that I want to share with the pile o’ people who have, who just had, birt’day.
I just remember. In Guyana, the Birt’day Person does have to treat their friends.
…y’all come back…