Dear Ananji Male,
What you do with all the learning, bwoy? You gone and commit thing to paper? Or you didn't know the electronic business as good as paper these days? You had to know that, man; you hip like hipster with funky sunglasses shaking hands with eminent people from de continent who want to hang people rumoured to be like you. That bald spot doh hold you back!You making papers here and you want to make front-page news there too? But is how much thing you want?
I tired tell you about liking yourself too much! You want to be on papers and TV every day. You want to hear yourself on the radio every hour on the hour; you even trying to invoke all kinda law to get a little five minutes more on the airwaves. People don't like them thing! They seeing and hearing you too much but is so you indulgent and harden. Like the sun hitting that bald spot too hard, or you stare at the flashing blue lights so long it interfere with the frequency in your brain.
You doth protest too much. And when you protesting, I notice how your tone does get high-pitched and you start to shriek and the radio and TV people does have to hold they headphones and squinge-up they eye and reach to adjust the level and, in case you don't know, they does regard you with a cut-eye.
You does spew too much adjectives too, eh pardner. Conspiracy, frivolous, vexatious, spurious, malicious, fictitious, scandalous, bogus, fabrication, concoction, a great disservice, riddled with inaccuracies, null, void, desperate, embarrassing, fanciful, overactive, imaginative, contradictory, puzzling, fake, impossible, rubbish, conned.
When you done so, I does be tired; my head does spin with all them modifiers and I does wonder if you think adjectives is argument, denial mean disparaging, legal is the same as ethical, the louder the truer and to conceal is to contain. Plenty people know Thesaurus these days, pal; it on all kinda computer and when they hear you so, well they does go and check and–oh god, I don't mean to dress you down, eh, but they does see through you and laugh cause they does say that is the only time you transparent.
You see this language business, it does give away plenty people so the more you talk, the more it does give you away. Like Monday, for instance. You didn't sound good inside the big house, you know. You couldn't think fast enough on your feet, man. Like you was searching for words with a headlight in hot sun. Under the heat so your brain freeze up and your pitch went up. Like you was hysterical, bwoy! I sorry, but was funny too bad.
Like something inside there went straight inside your ears and throw you off balance. Maybe the scale of justice was tipping and it disorient you bad. And for long. By the time you talk to the press–I tell you you does talk too much!–you was in that same mode.
You see night sleep, it have nothing to replace that, eh. So if you want to be up quality hours every night waiting for the papers to load online and sending e-mail and BB and thing, well you go be mash up the next day. I feel you didn't sleep at all at all Monday night. By the next morning, Ananji, you was looking ragged, you hear. I know you didn't sleep because all them hours pass and you was still shrieking on the TV, bwoy. I had to stuff index finger in my ears, oui.
If you sleep, you woulda know to tell Choonilal that he could make money from them skit he like so much, but not in that big stage. He go do well in comedy fest. He good at that low-grade humour but the house want something higher, man. Is who he get to buy them props quick quick so? He jokier than he jokes. Thing to cry and that man does be skinning he teeth.
But I have to say, he ketch heself faster and better than you, never mind he not normally as nimble as you. After how he grab he jaw tight tight he come back with a different demeanour. You, well maybe it harder for you to stop scowling because your jawbone does sorta jut out like, and your temper too high, bwoy. I does think one day you go get a stroke right in front them cameras that you like so much.
You too mannish. Wait and see how that go be your downfall. You always want to fight with somebody, cuss out somebody, intimidate people, and the legal letters you does be sending is like you could say what you want about people but nobody could say anything about you. All that learning and this is what you doing with it? Why you fighting down people so? Is so you like power? Is so you like to bully defenceless people? One day congotay somebody go stand up for you right in your house and is what you go do then?
Anyway, try and don't let things stick in your craw so, eh. And when you spitting them out, try to not spit at people because the spittle does seem like spite and spitefulness already showing all over your face.But, Ananji, I know deep down you is a good bwoy with plenty religion and learning. So when you writing me about all these things I saying about you here, don't cuss so much nah, and remember not to send it by e-mail.