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54 The River Mumma Wants Out You can’t hear? Everything here is changing. The bullrushes on the river banks now want to be palms in the Kings’s garden. (What king?) The river is ostriching into the sand. Is that not obvious? the nurse souls ask. You can’t take a hint? You can’t read a sign? Mumma no longer wants to be guardian of our waters. She wants to be Big Mumma, dancehall queen of the greater Caribbean. She no longer wants to dispense clean water to baptize and cleanse (at least not gratis). She does not give a damn about polluted Kingston Harbour. She must expose her fish torso, rock the dance fans, go on tour overseas, go clubbing with P. Diddy, experience snow, shop in those underground multiplex malls, spending her strong dollars. Go away, she will not be seeing you, for you have no insurance. ...

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