Bruce Golding’s nightmare

Prime Minster Bruce Golding woke up one morning drenched in cold sweat,

“Lorna, I had the worst nightmare you could possibly dream of”

“What was it Bruce… did Portia attack me on the lawns of Jamaica House again?”

Bruce takes a deep breath and wipes his face “Nooo not that again”

His wife draws closer to him, “you dreamt there was a gay in your closet... i mean your cabinet?”

“Hush yuh mouth nuh woman… said Mr. Golding has the intensity of his nightmare grips his mind, ”Mi dream seh the US government wanted me… me Lorna meee… me of all persons to send Dudus to the US to serve a life sentence beside Buju”.

“Whaaat… Buju get life?”

“Fi get him… even tho he might damn well get 20”

“I couldn’t even imagine that happening sweetheart…” says Mrs. Lorna Golding

“What... Buju getting twenty?” The Prime Minister asked

No no no not Gargamel… he was caught tasting the potion… I’m taking about your nightmare…”

Bruce remains silent while listening to his wife.

“…you’d be stuck between a rock and a hard place… cause you’d be done if yuh send him… and yuh done if yuh don’t…

Mr. Golding’s heart skipped a beat as his wife continues, “…that would mean...

 you’d be done honey!”

His heart skipped another beat

“… but don’t worry bout dat Brucie, that could never happen…”

Why couldn’t it happen Lorna…” said Mr. Golding, starting to get even more irritated, “Why… for god sake woman tell me why… why not... This is why I'm so glad you have no interest in what's going on in Jamaica... yuh chat too much foolishness man... why couldn't it happen?"

“Because no one in their right mind would expect any prime minister to have the power to send A President to prison... 

...dat couldn’t happen baby… Relax yuh mind… how would the US expect you to put him in handcuffs…?"

She starts laughing, “…by starting the Jamaican civil war?”

“I’m telling you Brucie… if some’n like dat ever happen… I’m sorry, but I would have to fly out…”

A knock at the door brings instant silence to the master bedroom of Jamaica House.

Mrs. Golding clears her throat then asked, “What is it?”

“Maam, sorry to disturb yuh maam but President Obama is on the phone maam, and he said it is about Christopher Coke and it is very urgent!”

Mr. Golding shakes his head as the news brings him back to realization..."

"Damn anti-depressants", he mumbled while holding on to his chest to  make sure his heart does not jump out. "B"Humbo Claat, Lorna, it's not a nighmare!", said Bruce in astonishment. "Tell him mi busy... no no no... tell him mi sick... no wait... tell him..."

Lorna interrupted, " for god's sake get a hold of yourself man... unnu know damn well unnu can't send him... and unnu know why... so tek di phone and tell Obama that you are not going to send him and that is that!"

Bruce's nightmare: http://forum.jamaica-star.com/cgi-bin/yabb/YaBB.pl?num=1267579375             &               http://www.jamaica-gleaner.com/gleaner/20100303/lead/lead1.html

No Gays, says Bruce Golding http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YeVy5Sp6xyw

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