Country Boys of Darban

 

Boy you see
Life in de country
Can never be bigger dan we
As matter ah fact
Country life is de bess bess ting dat ever happen to me
Cause it accept me black black

 

I hear names dat make fun a people aready
But none like em names in Darban
Somewhere up by Saltibus City

 

Boy I tell you it have me
Funny, funny
I mus tell all you
Bout all dem names an name-creators too

 

See man like “Zego” is man of all men
He strong an kinda dumb
But he never stop talking
As if he have a rotor in he mout like “Shaul”
Who also is called “Bat Chew”
Cause he doh know words dat are few
But dat eh noting yet cause “Smell”, “Zegs”, “Blan” an “Léfan”
Dem brothers is top ting

Dem men funny, dumb, smart, everyting
An dey never stop joking or hurt people feeling
Ah mos times is dey dat giving
All we de names.
Dey subconsciously call it de name-giving games
Like “Mad Cock” and “I.D. Card Mad Cock”
Who look so much like each other
Different mother, different father
Yet we all tink dey is twin broda

 

Yeh,
Men like “Cashew” aka “Obs” aka “Nuts” who can never stop swearing
From “Boom”, “Fatso”, “Ratty”, “Eddoes”, “Froggy”, “Wrecking”, “Kayal”
To “LTD” aka “Like to drive” who can never ever stop driving
“Ole”, “Boolooks”, “Rabbit”, “Higrade”, “Zaza”, “Abool” to man like “Fori”
Who from times is Tet-Darban music man an qualify barber
Jus like “Boyz” who happens to be de smartest man from da savan
He make everyting wit he han
Me just na go ever andastan
Where he get his intelligence from

 

But still da eh noting yet
Cause now only better it get

 

De fellas names is somehow base on dey character
Some unlike others, is jus a bit more clearer
Like “Neigh Coocoon” with dem huge nose in which you could shelter
Or “Tibet” who each year seems to get shorter and shorter
Like “Fawoosh” who redefines savage an shyness
Or “As Movay” who jus has dat daring boldness wit prowess
He was also call “Power Rangers” once, wit he high flying stunts
Castigated like “Seemon” who could na keep up him pants
He always drive fas fas wit car, truck, bus
He jus ka by gas
Even man like “Wanted” is a legend in he own
Dead or alive is da motto some of his women hold

 

An some a de fellas eh mind to be called dem names
However, de bess part is when de res get up in flames
Of anger and start cursing at ya
Boy da is wa make me day, to see de ole confront de young culcha

 

From “Spider” better known as “Atlas”
To “French” also known as “Beefo”
Dey coulda kill you if dey find you an never ask
Cuss you up north to south an wait next day for you to pass
An doh even tink of facing “Kukum”
Or “Malcom X Mora” when he was alive
Cause dey visit mudda, fada, nenen an aunti first
An den you find out if you survive

 

Mos ah dem fellas eh like it I tell you
Ba we get good at hiding when we do what we do
An after long when curse cyan curse no more
You have nuffa dem men accept de Art of name calling in Darban like never before
So “Morso” aka “Talk” and “Paha” aka “Ora”
Dem brodas learn hard
Like “Zo Tabac”, “Baboon” “Coco Dasheen” and “Harry Porta”
Dey start paying respec bad
With much support from First Lady “Églancya”
Some ah dem ladies could care less what deh name stand for
Like “Cokes”, “Radio 100” aka “RCI” or “Bèfia” 

 

Ba we respect da ladies so dats it for dem
I still have a few more names to mention
Like “Smitty”, “Ze-ay”, “Meddow”, “Bull”
All of whom are boys 2 men
“Psycho”, “Precious”, “Ahtooteer”, “Lapo”, and “Chiffon”
“Shabba”, “Cilop”, “Hamock”, “Bwet Zalimet” and “Laché Mouton”
“Tig”, “Eesho”, “Rolla”, “Borrow”, “Scooby”, “Sampy” aka “Lay Low”,
“Broda”
An nuff respect to one of us who pass away too early
Da bes of we bes; “Cord-la”

 
So some ah we fellas had more dan one name
Kinda like medals of honour to display our fame
Or infamy
Since our name calling encompassed morality, physique, social activity and infidelity

 

Boy I tell you de name calling ting was de bess part a me growing
Yes people, yes,
Dey used to call me “Lexin”, then “Taz”, “Top-ting” then “Slim”
Now, dey jus call me “Alé” which means go
Ironically,
Everybody else start going
Some coming to an fro
Except de ole people who stay to become a naming legend
All da boys leave to Castries, States, hotel, work
Then our friendship temporarily end

 

Till we meet again
To see man like “Zordorn” aka “Lapo Jel” who still dere,
Or “Yellow” who gone long long time to snow.
Even me cousin who come down every holiday to fete
Dey use to call “Dumbwé”, meaning dumpling, poor Valo
Even a share too visitors get
Dem too we look to meet
Whilst running da Darban river under our feet

 

We will remain
Da best fun under dis sun as our stories stay here

 

Country Boys,
Da country boys of Darban

 

Now, we have spring bottling water plant
To quench our thirst when we run out of laughter
 Darban days
Me childhood days
De bes days.
Me life as a country boy
Was better in so many ways