Terra Woman (standard:Fan Fiction, 999 words)
Author: Juggernaut	Added: Nov 01 2010	Views/Reads: 2803/1820	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A graduate student attempts to write a calypso with inspiration from an unlikely sad character.

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“Your body is as firm as hardened Brasso clay.”  “Your cheeks are red 
like Maracas red soil.” “Your hair is black and silky like wet Princes 
Town black clay.” “But relationship with you is like getting into 
Nariva swamp.” 

“Boy, that sounds good, I know you can do it if you put your mind to
it,”  “you named Trinidad soil types too in the lyrics” Mahabir looked 
surprised. 

“Yeah, is it not something, I came to do Ph.D., on soils of Trinidad and
wrote a calypso on Trinidad soil types,” Juggernaut surprised himself 
for his lyrics. 

“Now, we have to name the calypso,” Mahabir lighted a Broadway. 

“Ummm, how about Terra Woman,” Juggernaut blurted out. 

“What is Terra?” 

“I believe Terra means earth,” Juggernaut was not sure. 

“It sounds good.”  “Now we have to think about a fancy name for you as a
Calypsonian.” Mahabir really getting into it. 

“You mean like Mighty Sparrow, Lord Kitchener, Lord Shorty, Shadow and
others,” Juggernaut listed his favorite Calypsonians. 

“Yeah.” 

“How about Mighty Indian,” shouted Juggernaut? 

“Crazy Indian,” Mahabir corrected instantly. 

“Boy, I love that name,” Juggernaut started jumping up and down in the
lab. 

“A calypso needs a catchy phrase at the end of each line for chorus.” 

“Listen to this,” Juggernaut started reading loud his calypso. 

Terra Woman 

By 

Crazy Indian 

“Your skin is as soft as Aripo fine sand, Terra Woman,” 

“Your body is as firm as hardened Brasso clay, Terra Woman,” 

“Your cheeks are red like Maracas red soil, Terra Woman,” 

“Your hair is black and silky like wet Princes Town black clay, Terra
Woman,” 

“But relationship with you is like getting into Nariva swamp, Terra
Woman,” 

“Terra Woman, is the catch phrase, I like it.” “Now, you cannot stand
still and sing a calypso you know, you have to dance like this,” 
Mahabir showed his fancy foot work. 

“I can't sing, let alone dance.” 

“The dance routine for Calypsonians is not complicated.” “One step
forward, one step backward, and a step sideways, then make a 360 degree 
roundabout on your heels  with your arm stretched forward as if 
explaining something, that's about it,” born in Trinidad, Mahabir 
understood the routine good. 

In between conducting labs for undergrads and his own research work,
Juggernaut practiced singing his calypso “Terra Woman,” dancing as if 
explaining to his students in the lab. 

Mahabir's work routine changed gradually, he came to work late and left
early, sometimes skipping work altogether. When he came to work, he 
kept to himself and hardly dropped by Juggernaut, and never mentioned 
about calypso.  Word got around that Mahabir's wife Premati ran away 
with a man to St. Joseph not even a year after marrying Mahabir. It was 
a devastating blow to Mahabir who fancied himself as a saga boy (lady's 
man).  Mahabir's boss, a British expatriate scientist was very kind and 
gave time off to Mahabir to recover, but Mahabir got into heavy rum 
drinking and never recovered.  Whenever he came to work, his eyes were 
red and looked tired either from heavy drinking or lack of sleep or 
both.  Then he stopped coming to work for good. 

Everybody in the lab missed Mahabir and his stylish cigarette smoking
and spontaneous jokes. Juggernaut was saddened to see his friend went 
down the tubes.  In remembering Mahabir, Juggernaut once in a while 
sang his calypso “Terra Woman” dancing with his hand stretched and 
spinning on his heels, once fell almost knocking down the distillation 
set on the lab counter. That was the last time he danced singing 
calypso. 


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