Please, My Fellow Bajans

 

Have you considered bajans

How they are always in a rush?

That even when they are in a queue

They still continue to push?

It is like, whatever it is, is scarce

And soon it will be gone,

Or, like a hundred people

Waiting to get the only one.

And not only in a crowd

But in gatherings of twos or threes

Unless a bajan gets in first

That bajan will not be pleased.

Case in point, the bus...

Already you see what I mean

But for the sake of the non-bajan

I will describe the scene.

Three or four at the bus stop

And an empty bus pulls up,

Watch those bajans rush and push

Like fourth place is out of luck.

I often see it at a supermarket

A popular one at that,

Just about twelve people or so

So I would always stay back.

As soon as the door is opened

Bajans begin to push,

Just a few people there to go in

But there is still a mini rush.

Either they are not conscious

Or, they have no basic shame

For even the ones that come after

Push against me like rain.

 

In an effort to stem the virus

Physical distancing has been employed

But it matters not to bajans

For rushing is their joy.

Once, it used to be at Christmas

Now it is all year round,

Be it the supermarket or the bus

Rushing is their stomping ground.

It doesn’t matter if there’s danger

Pushing is a bajan diet

And even in the face COVID-19

They still refuse to quit.

If you are ever in a queue

And you feel hot air on your neck,

It is likely to be a bajan

And it won’t matter if you fret.

This physical distancing thing

For the bajan is a joke,

To use the word of a famous man

They think the virus is a hoax.

For still they push and they rush

To grab items to protect themselves,

In their quest to survive COVID-19

They leave their brains on their shelves.

Please stay away from crowds

As a matter of fact, they should not be any,

So please, my fellow bajans,

One COVID death is too many.

Stewart Russell © April 2020