“Longtime nah see you,” said Daddy.
“Yeah man almost 35 years,” Juggernaut shook Daddy’s shoulders as if he was shaking Indian Goose Berry tree to drop the fruits to the
Daddy appeared happy to Juggernaut’s gesture.
“So you came back to the island for good nah.”
“Yeah man, there is no place like Trinidad.”
“Remember Doc and Roy, both dead now.”
“Sure man, at Roy’s rum shop I had good time liming with you, Esau, Doc and Lucksy.”
“You still writing calypso?” Juggernaut was curious.
“Boy, calypso lyrics keep pouring into my mind all the time, may be my mind is sick.”
“Let me hear your new calypso,” Juggernaut made himself comfortable sitting on the roadside concrete culvert.
Daddy started singing his calypso waving his hand like a teacher in a classroom.
Bad for the sports
Good for soil and crops
Bad for marriage
Green peppers, black olives, onions and mushrooms
With few rings of pepperoni
Slices of tomato, onion, jalapenos and cheese
Good for soul
“Boy, I love the catch phrase ‘fixin, fixin’.” “This calypso sounds good on steel band you know; it could be a contender for Road March
title too,” Juggernaut started jumping up and down from the culvert.
“I am glad you like it man.” “You remember the calypso I wrote longtime ago.” Daddy was not bashful.
“You mean “Caroni Women.” “Has any calypsonian pick up your lyrics to sing?”
“No, not to my knowledge,” “May be I will start singing my own calypso,” Daddy looked serious.
“I open my own calypso tent at Eastern end of the island.”
“It is expensive to open a calypso tent.”
“Not really, I am thinking of using the old abandoned military building.”
“You mean the old barracks in ruins left by the Americans.”
“But the building has no roof.”
“Well, I will put a tent over it for the roof and call it Daddy’s calypso tent.”
“Would you consider singing my own calypso lyrics in your tent,” Juggernaut was almost begging.
“You mean “Terra Woman” and “Where is the Bossman.”
“You remember good man,” Juggernaut sounded happy.
“Well, Daddy it is getting late, good seeing you man, don’t forget to sing my calypso if you ever were to open a calypso tent,”
Juggernaut bade farewell.
Daddy started walking away slowly singing his calypso “fixin, fixin.”
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