After my friend Suraj dropped me well after midnight and I saw the splash of the rain. Suraj makes quite sure that I actually climb the 30 steps and open the door. I cannot say whether I was more than tipsy… or it was a nightmare because above the many decibels of the drumming of the monsoon there was a crash of the main door.
I decided to take refuge under the table all the while praying to St Anthony of Lisbon. Just then my special mobile rang shrilly. It’s a good thing I picked it up. The Yesterday it rained so heavily that my friends who were supposed to go to celebrate St Anthony’s Feast in that wonderful village of famous musicians, artists. Surgeon, Capitains and the like, could simply not get to there to rejoice. I am about to retire but I get a call at 9:30 from Margoa. Jonson (his cousin is called Clinton and there is even a Monica) would pick me up around 10. His parents were pleased to see me. Sizzling chicken wings were brought, followed by two glass bottles without labels -. one was water clear, the other dark pink. Jonson explained that the first was double distilled feni, the other a home made fine. Would I taste the Feni, a shot was put in a glass. As I brought the glass to my mouth, a car drove in…… Denisha went to open the door. I gasped for breath, the fiery stuff had taken all the oxygen from my moth and lungs. By the time Suraj walked in I had composed myself. Jonson asked me if I wanted more. Yes but losts of ice and some Limca or Sprite. Suraj pored himself a peg and Russian style took it in one gulp. These Goans have throats made of reinforced iron (the Wahaya of Tanzania knew how work these in their spear tips). We talked about a Montesori School for kids around the area, (E-learning was a no no subject) Suraj drops me well after midnight and I saw the splash of the rain. Suraj makes quite sure that I actually climb the 30 steps and open the door. I cannot say whether I was more than tipsy… or it was a nightmare because above the many decibels of the drumming of the monsoon there was a crash of the main door. I decided to take refuge under the table all the while praying to St Anthony of Lisbon. Just then my special mobile rang shrilly. It’s a good thing I picked it up. The request was simple. Can I provide the name of a Goan to be Ambassador. I thought of Mervyn Lobo, (no no loves to fish and has elephant stories galore) Mzee Vivian nyet …to much GomeriBeg (Special Copyrighted Word for a Good Ameican and a Better Goan) The it struck me ….You do not scream<<<<EUREKA>>>> ::::Yes SAoL prompted me to say ROLAND FRANCIS. Ambassador ROLAND FRANCIS would be sent to North Korea. He would serve directly under Kim Yo Jong, Sister of Kim. I think she is fluent in English, French and Korean etc. Why Roland he would naturally cover all holes. This is certainly not the time for polite diplomacy, Both Ronny and Yoyo would take as much as give each other. Yoyo loves to scream when she is happy Eddie I think you would agree with my selection of Roland. In this case it does not matter who wins or loses the race in November. Trump, Racist Yo Jong was threatening to use Nuke Weapons. Roland will tame her. Aaron my grandon, only eight years old came with brilliant suggestions. ...I will post those separately Grandolfo Bracing for Tomorrow's Complete Lock Down for 7 days Only in Quepem This is simply obscenely CORRUPTION
