LATRINE CONCERTO
LATRINE CONCERTO IN CREOLE MINOR Leslie was one of my best friends in Primary school. He was big for his age. Strong, with sinewy muscles, he was a formidable fighting machine. Macho, but yet likable, always with a smirk on his face. I stayed close to him because he always defended me whenever I was threatened, or, bullied by other school mates. Besides being the fastest 100 yard sprinter in those days, he was passionate about a game of bumpa ball. Passionate enough to always want to stay at the batting crease, even when he was out. He would shout at the bowler, in a harsh, bellowing voice, softened by the musical tone of creole english, which rushed to our ears. "Meh nah bin ready!" Even though we were good buddies, he had punched me a few times on my shoulders, in friendly rebuke,when I refused to bowl, knowing that he was out. One Sunday, when he visited his uncle who was my next door neighbor, he called out to me to play bumpa ball in his uncle's yard, who w...