(Note: – A section of this article contains adult insinuations. Readers’ discretion is advised)

Observation – In Guyana, there is a somewhat unrefined creole proverb that women would often use whenever a man had supposedly outsmarted them, used them, or do something terrible or discerning to them, mostly out of trickery.

And that proverb is “One-time f#%k don’t done pu#sy”.

If you are an adult Guyanese, and you can decipher the censorship within the words above, I am sure that you must have recognized and would have heard that proverb, at some point in your life, before today.

Flamboyant or rather vulgar proverbs are an interestingly common part of the adult linguistic culture in Guyana, and certainly, these foul-mouthed proverbs do serve their purposes.

There are even some rather nastier proverbs that some Guyanese mothers would actually blurt out in frustration to their children whenever they ask them for things that the mother cannot afford. The children have to always hear if their mother “gon pluck the money from the hair on she #&@*”, or if the child heard that their mother went to the Cathedral last night. But my story today has nothing to do with the last two proverbs mentioned here.

It has to do with the “One-time f#%k don’t done pu#sy” proverb.

In its simplest form, that proverb can mean that if you tricked a woman into sleeping with her once, no matter how hard the man had worked-up himself on her person, it cannot exhaust her gender asset, but will certainly make her wiser, as a result of that experience.
For sure, it will be harder for you or another man to trick her into bed in the future.

Now, there are many scenarios in Guyana to which you can apply that proverb. But when a teacher threw that proverb at me at a drinking table last evening, I will certainly agree to liken that proverb to the recent teachers strike and the move made by the government to end the strike; – which is agreeing to arbitration.

From the moment the teachers had agreed to end that strike based upon an arbitration commitment from the government, and without even finalizing the terms of resumption, I knew immediately that some good “Kack” will be passing soon.

And so said, so done.

Now the government has decided to cunningly stall the arbitration by creating a squabble over the chairmanship of the arbitration panel, leaving the teachers in a bedroom-position that they actually cannot wriggle out of.

Now that they are in that position, the teachers union is realizing that they are being screwed left, right, and centre, by a group of people who are bent on not paying them a single red cent more on their salary.

So whether the teachers like it or not, the dark truth is that they do not have a single realistic salary increase to get, unless the government decides to prove this article wrong.

What is certain, is that the teachers cannot go back and strike again for the very things that they already agreed to go to arbitration for.

Hence, the government is probably sitting and grinning with a sinister look at the table now, knowing that there is a plan to drag the teachers out by continuously stalling and stalling and stalling and stalling until the word stalling is exhausted.

The teachers will eventually learn a hard and very painful lesson in the months to come.

But what two teachers told me last while having a short convo at a social gathering, is more than enough to make me laugh and ironically try to be serious at the same time.

As I had mentioned earlier, one of them angrily said “Mr. Adonis, one time fu*ck don’t dun pu#sy. 2020 is coming. Don’t stress.”

At first, her statement sounded like nothing more than a drinking table joke or a comical expression of her thoughts on the situation.

But when I consider the GTU claim of having around 10,000 teachers in its fold, and the fact that the APNU/ AFC has won the last elections by only 5,000 votes, I realize that all of the laughs that I was laughing, can turn into a grand cry.

The teacher did not only had a good point; she actually had an entire gallon. Because at least half of those teachers votes will be needed by this very government at the next general elections.

However, based upon all the things that those two teachers had told me, I now wonder what promises this government can possibly now pitch to this country’s educators in their manifesto for 2020, and whether the teachers will actually trust them again.

But as Bob Marley had once said, Only time, and time alone will tell.

I rest my case.