That's a believable story. The Burnham days were days of fear and gnashing of teeth.
I remember helping my relative to fetch car tires from the seawall to their house at Crabwood Creek during the dark of night.
You sit down to eat a meal and you are committing several offenses against Burnham's laws on unaccustomed/banned goods.
Burnham's curse had the unintended consequence of creating a Tapir town in top side.
That is like getting arrested for eating sardine and bread
i am from West Dem never had that experience,i had some
good friends and acquaintances at all levels whom i can rely
on,i was a radical not afraid of no one.
God that sounds disgusting....sardine and bread?
Sardine and roti is perfectly civilized. Sardine and rice even. But sardine and bread? yuck
Shaitaan, long before you were born, sardine and bread was a popular fast-food item in Stabroek Market stalls.
Travellers to Georgetown from distant rural areas would gather around those stalls and stuff their mouths with bread and Marshal sardine in tomato sauce, onion slices and pepper sauce, washed down with a bottle Pepsi or I-Cee.
After eating, they would belch audibly and continue their journey.