Mai'khi C'Nia
AND IT came to pass that all Jamdown was abuzz with excitement, for the day of the Nurse hath arrived, and the extended rule of Percy the Prophet would be no more.
And the courtyard of the residence of the queen's representative was an IDCZ (International Dignitary Convergence Zone), for this was the place where Sista P would officially take her place in the annals of Jamdown governance.
DIVERSE PLACES
Behold, they came from diverse places, from the lands in the Caribbean Sea to the great continent to the north.
And there was a palette of personalities in their midst: from learned PhDs, to simple unschooled folk, to foreign judiciaries, and e'en a radical Islamic activist of creation-wide renown who appointed himself applause director.
Yea, they came to behold a little country girl from the backlands of St. Catherine accept the mantle of leadership with grace.
Verily I say to ye, Sista P shall require said grace in abundance for she shall surely be sporting grey hair and an aging posture, ' a la the Fresh Prince', in very short order.
CHIEF DELIVERER
Now it came to pass that the Chief Deliverer being a favourite of Sista P would not miss her crowning moment for nothing in creation, and he lumbered into the courtyard with the appearance of one who hath given up much of the vim, while his perpetually beaming bride at his side seemingly hath absorbed the vigour.
And when they arrived at the place, they passed at the very front row of chairs, and there upon one of them were written the words 'Opposition Leader'.
And the Chief Deliverer was well pleased, for he hath served Jamdown with great distinction in that capacity for many moons, and as long as he was quick there could be no other beside him in the land.
So the Chief Deliverer made himself comfy up front, and the radiant beamer followed suit.
THE BAKER DEPARTED
And when the baker, being the de facto holder of that office, arrived at the inauguration, there was no place for him to set down, and his kernels were raising holy riot in his loafers for he hath been on his feet for all of ten minutes since arriving.
So the baker steamed into a huff and left with his other half. Dearly beloved, they exited the courtyard swiftly.
Verily, 'twas a perfect opportunity for the baker to garner unto himself some public approval and steal a bit of the Nurse's thunder at her own party, by simply standing in humility and grace, and demonstrating the kind of tolerance that Jam-downers art demanding as a required characteristic of anyone who aspires to lead this stricken nation in the future.
SHOW MUST GO ON
Alas, 'twas Bruce's mojo that came to town that afternoon, and he was in no mood to stand on ceremony.
Thus the Gold'n couple departed the courtyard ... but the occasion went ahead full steam and was a joyous experience for the multitude at hand, and a host of other people who attended via the facilitation of modern technology.
Dearly beloved, 'tis a simple fact of life that the show must go on and 'tis thine own choice, whether thou art numbered amongst the cast or if thou wilt view proceedings from the audience. Think ye on these things. Selah.
