De Boys Seh is written from the perspective of Speedeet and Wilar — two 12-year-old boys from Pike Street, Kitty, Georgetown. Speedeet is Black, Wilar is East Indian. They are best friends and they have opinions about everything.
WILAR: Speedeet. Speedeet. Yuh hear de government give out $100,000 to people?
SPEEDEET: Yeah man. My granny get she cheque. She buy a new pot and put de rest in de bible.
Read More →De Boys Seh — Speedeet and Wilar from Pike Street with their Sunday take on the week.
WILAR: Speedeet. You know dey say de government announcing a digital registry for drivers?
SPEEDEET: Yeah. Track all yuh tickets and violations.
WILAR: You think they doing one for kite flyers too?
SPEEDEET: (pause) For kite flying?
WILAR: Our kite hit a woman roti today.
SPEEDEET: That was an accident.
WILAR: An accident that could be in a registry.
Read More →Speedeet and Wilar — two boys from Pike Street, Kitty, Georgetown. Every Sunday.
De argument start before dey even reach de seawall.
“A kite need a tail,” Wilar say. He was carrying de bamboo frame, holding it careful like it was something important. Which it was. Dey had spend two hours building it.
“A kite don’t need a tail,” Speedeet say. He was carrying de string and de extra plastic bag material. “A tail is just showing off.”
Read More →Speedeet & Wilar: two boys, one friendship, Pike Street, Georgetown. Every Sunday.
De kite string cut at exactly de wrong moment.
Speedeet had been holding it for forty-five minutes. His hand was cramping. De kite — a big diamond-shape one he and Wilar had built from bamboo and plastic bag material de night before — was flying good. Real good. Better than either of dem had expected.
Den de string cut.
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De rain start Friday night and didn’t stop.
By Saturday morning, Pike Street was a river.
Not a deep river. Not a dangerous river. But enough water that Little Sanjay from down de road was already wading through it with he shorts hiked up, looking absolutely delighted.
Speedeet press he face against de window and watch him.
“Bai,” he say to Wilar, who was sitting at de kitchen table doing absolutely nothing dangerous, “you see what I see?”
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De kite was Speedeet idea.
Not de buying part — he didn’t have enough money for dat — but de BUILDING part. He had been saving newspaper and bamboo strips for two weeks, watching YouTube videos on he uncle phone when he uncle wasn’t looking, calculating angles.
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It started, as most things did, with Speedeet having an idea.
“Wilar.” He appeared at the gate with a plastic bag and an expression that Wilar had learned to treat as a warning. “You know how vinegar and baking soda does make dat explosion thing?”
Wilar looked up from his book. “It’s not an explosion. It’s a chemical reaction. Carbon dioxide gas is released when an acid meets a base, creating—”
Read More →Speedeet and Wilar are 12-year-old best friends from Pike Street, Kitty, Georgetown. Speedeet is Black, Wilar is East Indian. They get into adventures every Sunday.
Wilar was sitting on de front step reading something on he phone when Speedeet come running down Pike Street like he late fuh school.
“Yo! Wilar! You hear wha happen?”
Wilar look up slow. “Wha happen now? Somebody goat get loose again?”
“No, man! De newspaper close down! Stabroek News! Ma was reading it on she phone and she start crying!”
Read More →Everybody on Pike Street know dat de BEST julie mango tree belong to Miss Doreen. Everybody also know dat Miss Doreen does guard dem mango like gold. So when Speedeet come up wid a plan to ’liberate’ some mango… well, yuh know how DIS gon end.
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