Where did we go wrong?
The latest word on the street is that they are singing and 'zafer pa bon'. It is getting close to the convention and boss has a radical plan. The rumour is that he will try for the last time to ruffle a few feathers but this time round, the fowl has been fattened, delivered the brood and got roasted. There is this business of 'lanmans pwalon so' that was said in public to the scorn of the big boss. Orderly will try to appease the emotions and try to manage this situation as best he can.
Orderly: Good morning Mr. President! You seem to have been kept awake all night with all these papers across your desk. Is there something wrong?
President: Orderly!! I believe in working hard and when I fail - I work harder and if I fail again I work harder still - until I fall and can work no more! I've been up since five and as you can see, putting more hours to prove to FAR that I am not too far off to this task. He has set the tone for the upcoming convention with the theme, 'Where did we go wrong?' and wants a detailed report on the first 4 and something years of the Jj spirit in action. This is a tough one and I will need my whole entourage to focus on getting all the stats together. Call in all the secretaries…
The burly bodyguard does a few body checks and some rosy cheeks are ushered in.
Orderly: That's the A team Mr. President! Let us spin this one. OK guys, press release to People, SBC, Nation, Isola Bella, Rising Sun and soon to rise again Independent…make sure the guy has his pills with him and please put a ban on his drinking we don't want him off the job again…
President: No orderly, not on the offensive yet. We need to brainstorm on this one. It looks like it's a ruse to get us to kick ourselves. We are not playing 'malere boufon' here. This is serious -boy - get the thinking cap on.
Orderly: Sir, Mr. President. Let's attack this in a logical manner. We continue in the same path of the big boss by wearing the patriotic hat and handling the Revolution celebrations with gusto.
President: You know I hate this parading in front of the 'Zom Lib'. We are always forced to lay a wreath at his feet, but he himself never turns up. It's like on the famous night when he went on radio to say we called him to take over!
Orderly: Not to worry sir. The Presidential protocol team has taken care of all the finer details for all the ceremonies. We need to thin down on the personal protection brigade though, as most of them have earned a reputation as outlaws.
President: Oh how embarrassing this 'banbara' affair. I don't know why he keeps letting this boat adventure on the high seas. He needs to play with the St. Andre where we can keep an eye on him.
Orderly: Okay, Sir! So what do you want us to include in the introduction of this essay for the congress.
President: Well, we can start by saying this…'Two wrongs can make a right. We started experimenting with socialism and had some wonderful Soviet friends. At this time, boss was playing the poker game with the yanks. Now, the pendulum has swung the other way. We are friends to all and enemy to none. 'Annou viv konman frer, pou lanmour Sesel'. This is our new motto so we will welcome our Chinese friends (they have already expressed their generosity through the new assembly and the hospital at Anse Royale). Now we have opened up to the buddies who own our ocean. Yes, the Indian Ocean. We have to recognise their influence. There are a number of property magnates from there who have made some significant investment to keep us afloat.
Orderly: Very well Mr. President. The team will get cracking on the presentation and we can review - latest tomorrow morning. Are you still maintaining your appointment with the Governor?
President: No orderly. I've had enough of the whining! This bank will collapse on his big sausage. And then he'll blame the economy!
Orderly salutes with a curt bow and leaves the President at his desk as he tries his hand at downloading 'Google Earth' to check out this new chess game playing in the Indian Ocean.