Thomas
couldn’t help but be impressed by the… religiosity of his taxi driver.
And
you needed it on this road; where demons swerve in and out lanes, pitchforks
replaced by cell phones and manicured nails. The devil is truly in the details.
But that’s okay. The gods were in the car. Thomas wondered how this process
worked.
Did
they split responsibility?
“Ok
I’ll take the road up.”
“Yes,
I’ll take the road down.”
“I’ll
take the road less traveled.”
Of
course you would Buddha, of course.
“Dis eh my car nah. I wukin’ it
for somebody.”
The driver said, shaking
Thomas from his thoughts and making him an unwitting participant to an
otherwise one-sided conversation
“When I come in
ah does put pu meh lil um, icon an ting nah.”
So the gods were by
invitation only. Each man chauffeured his own deity. Thomas had once heard
about carrying your own cross but this seemed too much..
Thomas
pondered the merits of perhaps creating his own religion; with an all
encompassing deity who truly couldn’t care less. And it would be called BABS –
the Blessed Assurance of Bull Sh- well... yeah. BABS has that nice maternal ring to it.
Instead of the traditional homes of worship, all its wayward and oft times left
behind children could simply say, “Ah going by Tanty BABS!” of course that
would make her
followers BABSTERS. And there’d be a lot of BAB-BLING; which in turn could be
the tribute brought to BABS.
“Well people does just feel safer wit’ religious people eh.” Mr. Poly-Religious belted out. “Look when I doin’ meh lil private wuk an ting, an’ I pull
up wit’ meh slow gospel music so, people does feel cool. Doh mind if it eh dem
god or even if dey ha’ one, ah find dey does be more polite.”
“Mm.”
Thomas continued to listen.
He doubted that. More than likely his passengers
just didn’t want to argue. This country was filled with silent
confrontationalists and loud agree-ers. We believe… what we want… to believe.
“Agree-ers” – that wasn’t a word? Was it? BABS put a tongue! Take your place in
this god fest and bring some sense to the table. Though if this driver’s
multi-god devotion was anything to go by, BABS would have a hell of a problem
breaking through. The market was already saturated.
“To tell you d trut’ eh” He whispered over his shoulder, “me eh all dat religious nah, but I believe it ha’ something
out dey.”
“Mm.”
Thomas… continued… to doubt.
god-fest
tracy
j h
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05:18:2011
Yeah I can relate. Good one.
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