Those dam mosquitoes. During Primary School days in Grenada, a couple of jokes about mosquitoes were tossed around. One concerned a big accident that took place on top of Market Hill in Saint George’s. The question was asked, “Did you hear about the big accident on Market Hill?” When one answered in the negative and inquired about the accident, the reply created laughter: “A mosquito bounce a sand fly on Market Hill, blood for so!” Then there was another about a teacher who asked a student to spell cow. The child went home and told his parents that he was asked to spell cow. His parents became angry and took out their rage on the teacher: “How the hell you could ask a child to spell something big as a cow? Why you did not ask him to spell a small thing as a mosquito, eh?” This brings me to more recollections of the dreaded mosquito. Someone once said, “If you believe small things are ineffective, then you have never been in a dark room with a mosquito.” Anyone remembers the mosquito coil? In Grenada and Trinidad it was also called cock set. Don’t ask me why they attached that handle to it but this I will say: A mosquito will bite a man anywhere. There too! Mosquitoes are hard-hearted. I used to savor the scent of the mosquito coil. Back then, I did not care if the fumes were toxic. We lit the coil and hoped that the mosquitoes made a quick exit. But there were brave mosquitoes that sat on the coil and peeped at us. Like Grenadian people, the Grenadian mosquitoes were good at peeping. Ask Tallpree. Others flapped their wings and gave us a little musical entertainment before that zapped us. I keep away from all small flying insects. They are small but intelligent. They bite or sting where it hurts and in areas that can cause one a great deal of embarrassment. Sandflies and horseflies can be placed in that category. Bees and maribone love to bite above the eyes. Then you walk around with swollen eyes and become a laughing stock. Yes, those small insects are smart. They argue among themselves too. Take the case of a fly and a flea. They wanted to create an uncomfortable situation for someone but before they embarked on their mission, they could not decide whether to fly or flee. Eventually they fled. And now to the chickungunda situation in the Caribbean and parts of the USA- In all me born days, I never heard of a situation where the mosquitoes attack people in so many places at the very same time. There is only one explanation for this. They are not flying anymore; they are taking jet plane now. I remember the time Ligaroos in Grenada became bored with flying also and in order to speed up their demonic activities, they began riding motor bikes. If mosquitoes had hands, they will surely take motor bikes too. Now to all the chickungunda virus suffers, I hope this illness is a passing cloud and soon will be gone. And I pray Papa God keeps the feared Ebola away. That one is Satan incarnate! Anthony Wendell DeRiggs
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 23:04:07 +0000
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