Chapter 2b

Out of the blue, they came.

This story is told from a Carib-Jamericanadian perspective, in a richly blended language mix of nonsense talk, double entendre, sensational spelling, poetry, and Jamaican patois inserted wherever it was found fitting. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here.

If Chii did it, so can you, and yes, me too. Have you noticed the shift? Yes, some others from among the brothers have been taking notice. Imagine with me for a moment. Imagine how the Chinese are doing it these days. They're going throughout the developing world, such as Africa, the Caribbean, etc., lending money to them and building things such as roads. Railways and many other types of mega infrastructure to stay and spend on codes, okay?

They're masters of these sorts of things these days, yeah. But they didn't get to be that good overnight, no way. Don't be afraid of stage fright, I'd say. It probably took them years, decades, centuries, perhaps, to hone their skills and perfect the arts.

Just imagine that Chinese engineer who just designed and built you that fine highway on the home end. He was once a baby, you know, just like you were, and I too, now we are all grown men, and maybe more so than them, yes. But he, too, grew up, and someone would have taught him how to design and build highways. That someone was most likely in his family lineage, doing things "my way."

Let's say it was his great-grandfather who was the very first in the family to have ventured out and taken a shot at building roads off the highway. Probably just a stone pathway into his yard, using bricks, stones, or boards, all night, all day. But he did it well enough to have garnered some interest and admiring stares from passers-by and the guards over there, no less. Then the words started getting around,

"Have you seen Chii's walkway on the grounds? That thing sure looks good, boy." So, you know that every other Chinese man and his first cousin is now going to want an upgrade to his walkway too, and by the dozen, "Ooh! What a joy!" Chii is now starting to get path-building jobs, and many more opportunities too, to practice and hone his skills. "Mi god!"

"Yes, but... just chill." Chii is surely going to get his hands and fingers bruised and battered in the process. But that will not hinder him from going on to progress. Chii then started looking at ways to make his job easier and the workload lighter. So, he brought in his sons; one, two, three. All of them were to come, and then comes the lady - "Yuh mean, she?"

"Yes, she went in too, when he invited his and hers to come and see, them, yes, his daughters came and joined him too. Because the business is now booming anew, he even had to invest in some heavy-duty tools, then invent some more to pay off the debt he had to borrow to help him pay the fools.

But as for you and me, what kind of people are we? We pray for jobs, always, instead of going out and creating them for us and our children's coming days. Keep praying for those jobs. The robots are coming and, as for them. They ain't praying none. So, what the heck can they do anyway? Absolutely nothing I'd say. Right?

"Right."

To be continued.