The moon bares witness to the night,throwing light on its subjects like a

Queen sitting on a throne.Bright lights splits the darkness making the curve

of road more foreboding,more suspenseful.Eerie feelings reaches into the

moment and selects control.

It's not the right place.



A car waits in the dark.

whispers and nodding heads.



"Let's go home"



The clock reads 3:18am and clips to 3:19am,as the car drives away.

silence.



HOME





The dark room welcomes them as the door creaks open.



"No lights please"



The bathroom light spreads itself throughout the room,until the door closes

and keeps its life hidden.A small crack of light hangs underneath the

door,waiting to refill the room.

Exhaustion calapse unto the bed with great sighs of tiredness.Within two

minutes sleep enters and small breaths escape into the darken room.The

bathroom light goes off and a shadow crosses the room.A foot stumbles into a

chair.A voice gives a small-ughh --sssh.

Small echoes of breath piercing the room,brings a sudden disappointment to

the shadow.Lying on the bed,cursing into the night,finally succumbing to

sleep.Two hearts become one.

**



Saturday morning.Fresh air.Kisses and hugs.Phone rings.



A brisk morning jog.Three miles of laughter and smiles.Pinch bottoms.

An old man wearing a craggy face smiles:

"good morning sir..madam"



"Good morning Mr Jackson.How are you?"



"Good morning I'm good "



A tip of the hat shows Mr Jackson's well being,his smile broadening on

seeing the woman's smile.The walk takes them along a small broken road.Mud

and small pebbles slows them down to a more normal pace.A few hugs and

kisses reduces the walk to crawl.Cows are in a pasture grazing.A sheep

stands a safe distance from the larger animals,his head rising with curosity

etched on his face.He notices the two people walking along the road then

bows his head,ripping the green grass from the ground and chewing his hunger

away.Little birds fly from tree to tree.

Holding hands and occasionally, pinching each other bottoms,they

laugh,heartily,into the morning air.



Saturday morning.One more day before Veronica departs from her paradise and

her man.How will she spend her last day?



Veronica; D,where are we going today? The beach would be nice,remember we

need to settle that argument on who is the faster swimmer?



Duawee: hahahha...yes I remember,but I thought it would be nice for you to

take in another side of Barbados.we're going to watch car racing at Bushy

Park.Nearly half the island will be there and you'll meet some friends of

mine.



Veronica: I've never been to the races.I'll love to go.What time will we be

leaving?



Duawee: We'll get back home in the next fifteen minutes,which would make it

7:05am,then we'll put a picnic basket together and we'll be on our way.



Veronica: Let's go...catch me.



She runs away from him,her body shape catching him in mid-sentence. He looks

at her for a spilt second and wonders aloud to himself.



"darn...I'm a lucky man"



He catches and holds her close for one of those "love you so bad kisses".She

clips her lips unto his and falls into his arms.

The sweetness and joy of the morning lends itself to the breath of birds.So

much love wasting a morning.



Veronica wonders: ~when will the time be right to feel the love Wendy

tasted?. I love him so much,but it seems we'll never get to make love. maybe

this is just a dream and soon i'll be back to reality,in America.~



Her sigh draws the kiss away from his lips and they walk back to the

house,greeting men and women of the village.The morning sun bears down on

the road.



"Good morning Mr Maynard..is that yuh new girlfriend? she's so pretty.When

yuh getting married?"



An old woman rants her questions,which brings much laughter from the morning

crowd.A bus arrives full of passengers and departs.It's engine choaking

under weight of a heavier load,belching and coughing as it speeds towards

its destination.Some of the early passengers are serious and have not got a

"good morning" in their mouths.Some of the men nod at Duawee and smile with

Veronica.The women stare.Soon the black/grey smoke is out of sight.The road

returns to quiet.





Veronica; D.. tell me about your parents? you've never told me about your

mother.what was she like?



Duawee: Let's talk at home ok.





Veronica: ok...ok baby.



More greeting from passerbys.Nodding heads and wide smiles.



BARBADOS== 166 ROUND SMILES



Veronica runs to the bathroom,showers,changes into a light dress,then runs

into the kitchen.BREAKFAST.Duawee takes his time in the shower,his mind

pasting back and forth.He feels a hurt enter him and turns off the

water-flow.In the mirror,his eyes,a redness forming. He puts on a pair of

shorts and a blue t-shirt.



Two eggs,two strips of bacon,toast and an assortment of fruits greet him on

the breakfast table.Veronica arrives with her plate in hand.One egg,toast

and fruits,but no bacon.

TYPHOO TEA...the breakfast drink comes in small cups attach to saucers.



A small prayer to God,then time to eat.

sipping tea...eating eggs,toast and fruits...and conversation





Duawee; There..over there on the wall,that's my mother and my father is on

the left.





The pictures are old like they were taken in the 1940's.They had a bland

look of colour.The woman's face bore a soft smile.On her head a hat showed

she'd had a fashion style.Her eyes lit up from the faded picture and made

Veronica wished she had met her.

She rises from her chair to inspect the pictures more closely. Earings hangs

from the side of her head,casting more impressions of her happiness.She

looks wonderful.As Veronica turns away the woman's eyes follow her around

the room.

The man wears a stingy-bim hat,the ones the English made famous way back in

the 1930's -40's.His smile is thin and face much more serious.

His eyes seems full of sadness,like the grey suit he wore.A contrast of two

people.Another picture hangs on the wall to the left of those pictures.It

told a family story.A much younger looking picture with

a woman and a man standing in front of an artificial tree,in a studio In

between them stands a boy,in short pants,holding their hands and smiling.He

looks like his mother,but has his father's nose.Veronica runs her hands

across the picture,then breaks into a laugh.Another picture brings a puzzle

look to her face.It's a white woman,dressed in strange clothes.A crown on

head.



Duawee; Oh...that's a picture of the Queen's mother.Queen Elizabeth.

that's her mother.She's still living today.my mother loved her.



Veronica; Oh.



She walks back to the table and resumes eating her fruits.



Duawee;My father and my mother.What does these pictures tell you?



Veronica: well your mother seemed like a very nice person,brings a feeling

of warmth.Your father seemed much more serious,a little sadness in his

face.I love your picture.shorts pants(laughs).You were real cute.



Duawee; cute...huh? is that all?



She pulls her chair closer to him,kisses him on the cheek and throws her

hands around his shoulders.



Duawee; My father wasn't always serious,but I think he held his bitterness

inside.He loved his country,but didn't like what the politicians were doing

to it.The rich were always heard,but the poor were silenced.A proud

man,quiet and hardworking.I love him and his jokes.We would go swimming on

cold mornings and wrestle when Mummy was out of the house.We had fun.He

loved Cricket and talked about his heros all the time.He was a true West

Indies fan.He would bring his cricket arguments home and Mummy would argue

back.She would make a point,then look at me for support.I would agree with

her.Daddy knew we were only teasing him and would let the argument end with

a hug from me and a kiss from Mummy.Life in our house was that way.Built on

LOVE.... My mother was the sweetest,kindest person you'd ever meet. she was

gentle and kind.She would give away her last dollar to a more needy

person.when I was wicked and she was chartising me,she would lecture and

then administer the belt.We would talk for hours after that.i loved her so

much.



A sadness creeps into his voice and he goes silent.Veronica finds his face

etched in pain,tears rolling down his cheeks.A small drop of water hangs on

his nose and falls freely to its end.A splash of water speads through his

shirt.A tissue wipes his face and he contines.



Duawee;..ssnnnccch. ssnncchh(sniffing).Father died and the house became

lonely.Studying kept me busy.Eventually I graduated and got a scholarship to

study in England.Six years I spent,until my mother called me home.A deadly

sickness was running all through her body.She ached.I returned and found her

happiness,arms outstretched from the bed,her kiss trembling.Her words

finding my name and breaking it up.



Duawee recalls her words the day he arrived from England.



"DU..A.WEE I miss you,come hug your Momma.How was England? Was it too cold

for you? Did you wrap up warm? Do you have a girlfriend yet? Duawwee yuh

mother's going home soon,to see Daddy."



Duawee: I found a job and got someone to take care of her.She lived for two

years,with that dreaded pain.i'd kissed her that morning and she recalled

one of my childhood stories.Her words crimpled between coughing and

laugther.I knew the end was near,but they was nothing we could do.God would

make the decision. During the day I ate nothing.I was hungry,but my soul was

filling up with God's spirit and I prayed and prayed for Mummy all day.I

prayed that the pain would go,leave her happy.The phone rang and I knew it

was over.I knew it was over,because when someone you love so much,leaves

you,they take part of you with them.I drove home and found her lying there.A

smile.A face.A silence.A time.A meaningful expression of what God had

created.I found real love.I laid next to her,her hands in mine.She slept and

I slept.

The day of the funeral I didn't cry,couldn't cry.I kept remembering Mummy

and Daddy and how they had loved each other for so long and I too,wanted to

love like they did.People came and paid their respects and the priest told

part of her life.I told the rest.I read a poem.

Can I read it to you?



He rises from the chair,walks towards the bedroom,shuffle through some boxes

and re-emerges with a piece of paper in hand.



Duawee; I read this poem.It's called MOTHER.





A friend

was my Mother.

I knew no other.

so gentle with kiss

so generous with love

she was my Mother

too kind to keep as my own

Momma dear

so much love to share.





Momma

I love you

Momma

I'll miss you

so much.





When the day comes with suddeness

and fills blue skies with grey

remember this

there's no greater love

but God's

and the way you find it

is through our parents





Momma

I love you

Momma

I'll miss you

so much.





Hollow days and nights

will come and bring me tears

but I'll be strong

I have good friends

like Brian and Wendy.

I have the bible

and my memories

I'll be strong.





Momma

I love you

Momma

I'll miss you

so much





Goodnight momma

you have found your peace

in God's arms.

I'll cherish your love

with every breath i take

I'll smile

after every heartbreak

and I'll love you always.





'night momma.





________________--____________________





AT the end of the poem,tears hang like exclamation marks on paper, then flow

freely,leaving smudges of blue ink and sad faces.



Veronica: That was a nice poem.



Duawee:Thanks.



With her head resting on his shoulders..the morning becomes silent.A rush of

wind blows through the trees,a few leaves fall to the ground, where insects

gather.It's a bright,sunny morning.Birds are chirping with happiness.Dogs

and cats play in the fields and little boys with kites,laugh withn each

other,while little girls skip rope. It's Saturday,a quiet day.One needs not

rush,unless the bus is coming to take one to town,to shop,till one drops.The

journey to the wide walls of Bridgetown is full of fun.Large women with

large baskets enter the bus and become issuers of jokes,their accents broad

and raw.Real bajan we call it.A few curse words and stern warning from the

bus driver brings out the "bajanness" of the morning.SATURDAY.People get on

and off the bus.on and off..on and on and on and on until it becomes a

squeeze-

sque-eze.

squee-ze.

squeez-e.

squeeze.



Bridgetown arrives and there is an exhale of air.aahhhhhh.The bus belches

its load onto the tarmac.Its belly empty until another hour comes and the

Driver signals the Conductor and people rush the bus and the policeman tries

to keep a noisy crowd under control and they curse him under breath,because

a policeman is the law of the land and must be respected at all times.He's

the one with the billy club.He's the one who could drag you to the police

station.He's the one who can charge you with "disorderly conduct"--"conduct

unbecoming".He's the one who demands respect.A policeman puts his life on

the line,so people can have a good time.



POLICE AND THIEVES

IN THE STREETS

FIGHTING THE SYSTEM

WITH GUNS AND AMMUNITION.



Broad street welcomes.The walk over the bridge is short and dodgy. Smell of

dirty water runs up nostrils,but is quickly ignored.The traffic of

pedestrians brush each other and "excuse me" calms the sidewalk rage.Little

children walk hand in hand with their mothers. A nut seller greets the

morning with her town cry.



" NUTS...CONFEITS...TOFFEES...WHU YUH WANT YOUNG FELLA"

"YOUNG MAN TEK YUH HAND OUT MUH TRAY"





Saturday morning in Bridgetown Barbados.Hear the sound of cars with horns

belching out their warnings and greetings.Girls in short dresses make the

day so much brighter.Men with muscles show off their bodies-armless

vests.Fat men pull their pants up to a wide girth,a belt pleads for some

constraint.Shirts stretch to the limit.To the max of the XXXXL design.Fat

women balance their hips and smoothly runs the gauntlet of the busy

streets.Boys and men stare at the women walking along the

streets._short.tall.fat.slim.ugly.goodlooking. beautiful.bugly.fit.unfit.The

sidewalk is engulf with women.Women from all parts of life.Life in

Barbados.Tourist women add to the multi-cultural diversity of the sidewalk

jam.

Store owners,in white shirts,greet customers with broad smiles.The stores'

coldness comes from the blast of the aircondition unit. Shiver and

shop.Moving between the t-shirts and sundresses,a tourist flips her credit

card between her fingers.A sales woman approaches and helps her pick out

three sundresses and five t-shirts.Commission made with a friendly thank

you.Sunglasses covering eyes darkens the day,as the woman re-enters the

street.



MANGOES..PINEAPPLES..ORANGES..ENGLISH APPLES..MINTS..POPCORN..NUTS..





The tray is full of colour attracting little children to the many delights.



" Mummy uh want a mango and popcorn'



"How much are the popcorns"



"uh dollar and twenty five cents"





"uh dollar and twenty five cents,uh don't want de whole tray.dese things

get real expensive"





"blame the government.dem put on their taxes and mash muh toe,so uh gotta

mek uh living.uh had to put up muh prices."



"yuh right.it en you.all de foreigners come bout here meking nuff dollars

and don't cay bout the island.dem just blindfold de ministers and rob we

blind.we need leadership in this country.we need a leader who gine sit

down,tek uh look at what's going on and do the right thing for the people.we

need a strong leader."



"we got a strong leader,but some uh he underlings don't give one Iota bout

this land.dem just wann build houses in Fort St.George and watch de

satellite dish bring in foriegn programs.yuh know it?"



"true dat"



"anyway missus have a good day,yuh got a handsome boy deh.whu he name?



"NIVEN"



"cute..cute just like he face..see yuh dearie...bye bye"



"yes uh gine see yuh next week..tek care...Niven tell de woman tanks"



"thanks mam"



"toffees...nuts..mangoes.."





Her shouting trail off with the warbling sound of perdestrian shoes.

The little boy's happiness is eating a sweetie and holding his mango.



shopping... hot...weather..perspiration..handkerchief..

"cheeeese on bread it hot".

air condition..cold..too cold.



Mr Thandani,an Indian,newly arrived from Trinidad has set up shop and is

doing quite well.He has given employment to eight bajans; six girls and two

boys.His accountant is Trinidadian and his sales Manager is St.Lucian.





The sign displays the name of the store as-THANDANI AND SONS.He has two sons

are in high school and a daughter in University.Everyday his wife spoke to

him by phone,just to say "i love you" in Hindu.She is a devoted wife whose

love was distributed equally amoungst the family. Not one person got more

affection then the other..no extra love,no jealousy.



Nike shoes and brand name clothes;the youth came in and bought the latest

street wear and he took the money home,counted it and gave five percent back

to his community.Last night he had sat with his wife and discussed the

planning of a street fair.He would pay for everything.He loved his second

home_BARBADOS and this would show some of his appreciation.



Saturday.It's another good day.Last minute rush for clothes and shoes.Money

flows into the till and soon quiet returns to the store.The girls gossip and

the boys are hatching a plan.They want to to go Bushy Park,but they cannot

all leave at once,so they plan and plan.The girls are talking about 'WUTLESS

boyfriends' who can't stay faithful.



Mr Thandani comes out of the back office.They hurry to look busy.



Mr Thandani(in a Trinidadian accent); All wunna know Bushy Park racing today

and en tell me..schruups(sucking teeth)..and muh boys come over from T & T

to lick de crowd into a frenzy.Uh gotta go and see muh boys..soca in de

bajans tail.Let's close in twenty minutes.



A sigh of relief.



MR Thandani: Before all yuh rush outta here,i've bonuses here in these

envelops.we did well the past four days,so here's your rewards.



He hands envelops to the girls and then to the boys.They eagerly open them

to discover bonus paid in cash.NUFF GRANTLEYS(money).The girls rush over and

hug their boss.The boys walk over and clips folded fists and beat their

chest.He returns the gesture and leaves.



Time 11:15am. store closes after two hours and forty five minutes.



home..

bye

bye

see you later

Bushy Park then

whu you wearing?

i'll be wearing CARGO wear

i'm wearing FUBU

ok.

LATER

PEACE

Mr Thandani

bye

yeah



They walk towards the bus terminal,but two girls never complete the

journey.Men in big cars pick them up and grey smoke speeds off with tinted

windows.Mr Thandani's Mercedes is waiting.He turns the engine on.A silent

sound from the engine-purrrrrr.Lights on the dashboard resembles the cockpit

of an aeroplane.He clips a button and soca trumpets from the speakers.Lovely

sound.A trini-bajan mix.



leaving Bridgetown.

The bus is full to capacity.10:55am.Stop and go through the busy streets.A

few cuss words and laughter.The counrtyside opens to a vast array of

colour.Cane fields like backdrops of some idlylic painting,hangs in one's

mind.Like a poster showing pride and industry.

Picturesque: pleasing to the eyes.A scene abounding with vivid imagery. This

land.This caribbean land.This Barbados.



In the distance the blue sky meets the land with snow-like clouds hovering

overhead.A small plane buzzes through the air.Temperature reaches 92 degrees

and perspiration flows.HOTTT.

No air conditioners in the bus.Old ladies fan themselves and whisper.

Women and girls used their hands to fan themselves cool.temperature 94

degrees and rising.

The passengers disembark and the bus is soon empty.It returns from whence it

came.BRIDGETOWN.



11:30am

a phone rings

brrrrnggg

brrrrngg

brrrrngg



Voice: hello it's Leslie



Veronica: hi how are you? we were just talking about calling you.what are

you doing today?



Leslie : nothing..I went down to the beach,had breakfast,now I'm bored.



Veronica: We can come and pick you up..we're going to a car racing event.we

could pick you up at about twelve noon.will you be ready?



Leslie: course..Duawee wouldn't mind me coming?



Veronica: NO ..In fact he's been saying some nice things about you.I may

have to watch you girl.hahaha



Leslie: haha.. yeah coz he's fine..I want a man like that..gentle and

sincere and so darn looking at that.you're one lucky woman.I wish I had met

him first.



Veronica: They'll someone out there for you.You'll see.



Leslie: I'll finish pack my suitcases,so that tomorrow wouldn't catch me

unprepared.I hate to leave,but everything must end.



Veronica: Well girl, I'm going to make the most out of today.It's my last

day and I'm going to enjoy myself.I'm not going to let anything upset me.



Leslie; you're right...we'll talk soon...by the way Veronica thanks for

being my friend



Veronica: OK.I thank you too. BYE



BYE..



(click)



Veronica: That was Leslie.She wants to come to the car racing event.



Duawee; My girl!!course she can come along.she can add to the scenery.

Heeee hehee



Veronica: you just want to be seen with two women.



Duawee: That's right.Two lovely women.I'll make the men envious.Hahhaa.hey

baby I'm just joking.you are mine alone.



Veronica reaches his lips and kiss them.Duawee closes the door and lock

it.The car is laden down with food and drinks.Ten minutes later they see her

on the balconey.They wave.She runs into the room, grabs a bag and runs

towards the car.Duawee feels a kiss on his cheeks,smiles and turns the

engine on.





BUSHY PARK.



CARS...CARS..AND MORE CARS.



A long line of people moving slowly through the gate.

entry fee: $15.00,includes a free t-shirt and cap.



The t-shirt shows a picture of a car and photos of three drivers,who have

pass on.They are:

ANDREW PHILLIPS_VAUXHALL VENTURA



MIKEY HUTCHINSON_ MINI COOPER S



ANDREA DOTTIN_ HILLMAN IMP



Words on the cap calls for unity between whites and blacks,declaring the

day_ BUSHY PARK REVIVAL DAY.A day we rediscover the past and ourselves.



The smell of engine oil,mobile.

the noisy crowd

the laughter

picnic baskets

nut sellers

sno-cone vendors

black umbrellas(why?)

some people wearing afro wigs

1970's clothes

men wearing silk pajamas

men wid big enamel bowls full of rum punch

women with large afros and bell bottom trousers

women in short mini skirts

1970's music blares from the speakers

a New York band_THE ODD 4 are on stage

RICKY CUMBERBATCH is on percussion

DUDLEY BURKE on lead

BAJANSOONER on guitar

other members are funking up the place

The song_JAMES BROWN'S---I'VE GOT A BAG OF MY OWN

men and women in the crowd are dancing

--dance;

THE BUMP

THE PENQUIN

THE JACKIE OPEL SHUFFLE

THE VEHICLE

RAF-OUSE

THE GOOD FOOT

ANTS IN MY PANTS

THE RUBBERBAND

THE STRONGMAN

THE SPILT

THE HOP UP(spouge)

THE HUSTLE

THE SLIDE

(etc)



The afro-wearing crowd are having a great time,showing the youth how it used

to be.Fun without the violence.Live And Let Live.



The Announcer:

WELCOME TO BUSHY PARK.we'll be going back in time

people.Remember the old days when half of Barbados would be here and the fun

we used to have.Well we hope to bring all that fun back,but before we begin

I would like all of us to bow our heads in prayer.



PRAYER:

Heavenly Father we thank thee for another day.Help us to

understand and appreciate your works.Bless this little country of ours and

our brothers and sisters in the rest of the Caribbean.we pray for the less

fortunate,the poor,the afflicted,the homeless and all oppressed people of

the world.We pray for an end to the violence which is plauging our

nation.Rid this land of the drugs.Send love to everyone.Let the youth know

we haven't forgotten them.Let them see the light.Let reconcilliation

reign.We begin and end in your name dear Father.Amen



silence

(one minute)



Announcer: People get ready.please choose your favopurite driver and root

for him or her.We're going to have a good time.As you know this day is also

dedicated to the lives of ANDREW PHILLIPS,MIKEY HUTCHINSON AND ANDREA

DOTTIN...To all the youths who don't remember who they were,look at the

screens,we'll be showing a short profile-film.



Four giant screens _

sound of screeching tyres(tires)

picture of Andrew Phillips

more screeching tyres

Vauxhall Ventura

Ford Escort (Bullit)

"Brugga Johnson"

red light

one

two

three

green light



The Ford Escort pulls away from the starting grid,the crowd roars.The

Vauxhall Ventura is seconds behind.Other cars are eating dust.Down to the

'Hammer Bend' the Escort is first,followed closely by the Ventura.To the

next bend,bumpers touch.The crowd are in a frenzy.It's onto the 'Hairpin

bend',Escort still in front,but here comes the Ventura with ANDREW

PHILLIPS,he is gaining on BRUGGA JOHNSON and the Escort.The large wheels of

the Ventura hugs the curve,wait ..here is why we love this man...the ventura

is on two wheels..the crowd is jumping and shouting.

ANDREW..ANDREW...ANDREW.

Down the home stretch and the cars are locked neck and neck.To the hairpin

bend and the Escort regains the lead,around the corners the battle is

on.They exchange positions during the laps.On the fifth and final lap,the

Ventura regains the lead and this is where Andrew gives the crowd his

signature move--on two wheels the car hugs every corner and the crowd is

with him.The escort is right behind.They reach the home stretch and the roar

of the crowd became the roar of the engines.The Escort gains,pulls up along

side the Ventura.There is a hush in the crowd.

Vauxhall

Escort

Vauxhall

Vauxhall

Escort/Vauxhall(neck and neck)

Escort

Escort

>>Vauxhall

to the line .

Andrew Phillips WINS



The screen shows Andrew and Brugga hugging.

Picture fades.The sound of revving engines is heard,as the screen goes

black.





MICKEY HUTCHISON



MINI COOPER S



Two cars race to the "Hammer Bend".First Micheal Gill driving a 1600

Datsun,followed closely by Mickey Hutchison driving a Mini Cooper S. Both

cars modified to the hilt.A great 'tug up'.The little mini has the crowd

shouting.The datsun is faster. Micheal Gill owns bushy park.Little

mini-Mickey Hutchinson tries his best to pass Mike Gill.The race is

over.Mike Gill wins.They laugh with each other.

The screen shows a still shot of a man smiling next to his car.The sound of

bag pipes can be heard in the distance.

picture fades.



(crowd in silence)



The screen lights up with the radiant smile of ANDREA TOPPIN.Her car,A

Hillman Imp,is next to her.She's being congratulated for being one of the

first woman drivers on the Bushy Park circuit.Cars drive off from the

starting grid.She's in second place.soon she's in first.She wins and

continues her victory lap.A shot of bright sunlight graces the evening and

the picture becomes blurred.As the car goes towards the 'hammer bend' her

hands are atop the roof and blue smoke is emmiting from the muffler.A long

light of sunset pulls the car towards the heavens and it disappears.

picture fades







Announcer: I trust you all enjoyed that.We need to get underway.so without

further ado we give our first ladies race..all overseas entries.





_Lexi from Boston driving a lexus



_Nubia Spice driving a honda TX



_Happy driving an opel corsa



_Nickki driving a toyota wid a chevy engine 6 cyclinders



_Flo driving a cadillac



_Sue(atlanta) driving a toyota ce modified



_Flyfish(canada)driving a nissan 2x





Announcer: a ladies races..helmets on...line up.start your engines .watch

the lights.. red orange green ... GOOOOOOO.





FLO driving a big cadillac is first off the grid.she nearly looses

control,but manuevers her way around the corner.she is passed by Sue driving

a toyota ce,followed by Nubia Spice in her blue honda tx,Lexi in a lexus is

right behind.Flyfish's nissan is next,followed by Nickki in her toyota.Last

but not least is Happy driving an opel corsa.It's a tight race.positions

changes throughout the race.

the last lap.



Nubia

Flyfish

Nickki

Happy

Flo

Lexi

Sue.



The homestretch.they are all together.bumper to bumper.Flo knocks Flyfish

out of the way.Happy runs off the road.Sue and Lexi are in ding dong battle

for third place.Nickki is second and pushing Nubia to the line.



Nickki

Nubia

Nubia

Nubia

100 yards to go

Nubia

Nickki inches closer

50- yards

Nubia

Nubia

30 yards

Nickki comes alongside

Nubia

Nubia/Nickki

10 yards

Nubia/Nickki

to the line

neck and neck



Nickki wins by an eyelash.Nubia is disappointed.



the order of finish

Nickki

Nubia

Lexi

Sue

Flo

Happy

Flyfish



There is controversy as Nickki goes on her victory lap.Flyfish takes off her

high heel shoes and punches Flo's car tyres.Flo lodges an objection with the

Racing Council.Lexi and Sue laughs at the going ons.Nubia realizes she has

won the hearts of the crowd and waves. Happy is just happy she's in Barbados

and not stuck in a German winter. The race is over and the results

stands,Flo sticks her tongue out at Flyfish and walks off.This may have to

be settled in the Canadian High Court.



Nickki's prize for winning the first race.. $500.00 us

Nubia:$350.00

Lexi:$250.00

Sue: $200.00

Flo: $150.00

Happy:$100.00

Flyfish:$50.00 and a new pair of shoes.

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RACE 2

____

Gypsy: red mercedes convertible

Princess: red mercedes concertible

Kathy(from rum shop lime): red mercedes convertible

JYG: red mercedes hardtop

Arjuls: red mercedes convertible

Juls: green mercedes convertible





Announcer: wow! some rich wimmin in dis place..bowsee...look at dem

cars..cheese on bread uh wann one uh dem wimmin.hahaha





Before going to line up,each driver is checked for their custom

certificate.They have paid the $800.00 custom fee and are allowed to race.



Gypsy: car # 3

Princess; car # 10

Kathy: car # 16 wid a picture of Ole Skule on the hood.

Juls: car # 28

Arjuls: car # 36

JYG; car # 111 reggae music blasting from speakers-Morgan Heritage--~~you

don't haffe dread to be rasta~~



line up

ready get set

green light





Mercedes Convertibles move slowly around the track.Gypsy and Princess are in

the lead,followed by Juls and Arjuls.Kathy is on her cell phone,talking to

Ole Skule--A LOVE THANG. JYG is last,but her music is pumping up the

crowd.she's bobbing her head to the sweet reggae beat.On the last lap

princess overtakes Gypsy and wins.





--CARS AND DRIVERS



BAJANSOONER- ford escort--Bullit borrowed from brugga johnson

Merna Ferdericks-lamborghini--cheeese on... de car look good,but the driver

looks better

OlE SKULE - modified fiat

Lucifer- BMW-- music blaring from the speakers

Bajangal(atl)-2000,Nissan Altima with manual transmission,.chrome wheels and

big able sound system..playing de latest BERES HAMMOND.the license plate

reads--D BAJAN..

Splashy-toyota celica--loves her soca music,especially VOLCANO by RPB

PEACHES-holden torano--an australian car

STONE-an Explorer--suv--sponsored by de medics band

JB-honda accord--New York plates with the bajan tag on the front window

Harold B-vauhall victor

Micheal O'dowd-mini cooper S

GEMSWICK-toyota ss--sponsored by equity mort.inc.

Gleske-lexus--powered by a KROSS engine,wid 6 cynlinders of raw

power..nuff soca playing in dis car

Alan R-vauxhall viva--modified

CJ-nissan vx--florida krew

RIO(mario layne)-convertible bmw-- wide wheels,modified to the hilt

Trifle-lexus

Peggy-ferari

Margaret-porche

Stephen Mendes-ford escort

Erica V-saab convertible

SweetMM-honda vx







(to be continued)

wait up--I wouldn't be too long



love wunna bad



dennis young

(DEV)

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