My car broke down with my wife inside

Dec 14, 2010 Features / Columnists, Freddie Kissoon

I keep telling readers that there are mysterious signs trying to tell me about something evil in my Christmas shopping. I have had four close encounters and that is it for me. I am not shopping for Christmas any longer.
I told my daughter that I will put money in an envelope for her because sinister forces may be at work. I am elated that my daughter understood the logic and has accepted that there would just be an envelope inside a small gift bag under the Christmas tree. Our custom is to collect our gifts from under the tree in the morning.
This is not a light essay. I mean it. I am not going shopping for Christmas. Sunday was the last straw. Let us recollect my shopping nightmare. I was looking for a dinner set for a friend in the media who has exchanged gift with my family since 1989. I was minding my own business in National Hardware when its own Eddie Boyer came up and ruined my day.
Next was Ashmin’s on High and Hadfield Streets. I was completely turned off at how the security guard at the exit was meticulously going through all the purchases of a helpless woman. I complained to its owner Lennon John and walked out of the store.
My third nasty spill was at Essential Shopping Mall at Camp and Regent Streets. Still looking for that dinner set, the attendant told me that she has to be with me all the time, thereby killing my privacy.
They say in proverbial style, “once bitten, twice shy.’ After those three unpleasant journeys, I should have broken off bargain hunting for the holidays. But I am a family man (for those not yet married and think I am a man-kisser, you are wrong; married to the same woman 32 years now) and my wife needs to search the stores for herself too. We decided that Sunday was a less tempestuous day for downtown buyers. The crowds would be less, the parking would be easier.
I broke down with my wife in the car on Sheriff Street just outside Survival Supermarket. The problem was steering wheel oil. Luck at times can be nice to you. Survival Supermarket has a car parts mart. As I was walking into the store, this gentleman with a nicely, friendly and prodigious smile on his face yelled out to me; “Freddie yuh pass meh straight without saying hello.”
I wasn’t looking at the faces of people. I was depressed about the car and the ominous signs of my Christmas shopping. I opened my bonnet and was tending to my car when he passed in his vehicle and yelled out to me, again in an inviting tone; “Freddie yuh gat to buy a new car.”
Something is not right here. This gesture of warm friendliness merits profound analysis. What is this guy up to? We are talking about one of the most powerful men in Guyana. This is a person who is extremely close to President Jagdeo. He is trusted explicitly and implicitly by the Head of State.
If there are five powerful men in this country, he is one. If there is a servant of the state that Mr. Jagdeo confides in, it is this fellow. Why would this gentleman want to be nice to me when the population knows that he hates me? This power-wielder is someone that would like to see me ruined, put in jail or physically harmed. This power-wielder has let it be known to me directly that he doesn’t like me.
Those who are concerned about my safety are quite aware of the resentment this presidential intimate harbours for me.
What is the answer? There are two explanations. One has to do with WikiLeaks. Those 390 cables on Guyana are going to devastate this government, the presidency and people close to the dictators. Those documents could lead to the fall of the Government.
One thing is certain; they are going to get the opposition parties galvanised and inflamed. Maybe there are presidential aides and PPP leaders and their powerful sycophants who sense precarious times ahead and want to change course.
Secondly, those very actors may have come to the realisation that Norway has mortally wounded Mr. Jagdeo and he is definitely gone in five months time. For them it is best to start life without Jagdeo.
But why should these powerful people try to be friendly with me? Even if my friends come to power in the general elections next year, I am saying most boldly here, I don’t want any office, any authority, any influential post. Period!

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