In this bantam island we are fond of first:
first date first marriage first festival and
funeral are all red letter days. We turned on our first
traffic light by accident in Cassava Ghaut
complete with amber. Coupled with our first
tunnel, we have miles to boast of on the ground;
our Nobel prize had better not be far away.
We had our first test cricketer the other day
and in the running now for a Usain Bolt.
With a slate of runs and a slew of goals,
we will no longer be third world, but first.
Howard A. Fergus
