Rupert Blackstock makes his way along the Bernard Lodge main road overlooking a section of Highway 2000. Prime Minister Bruce Golding said the highway will be renamed after the fastest man on Earth, Usain Bolt, for his outstanding athletic performances. - Norman Grindley /Chief Photographer

In a land where heroes were hanged, and slavery reigned supreme, we should have now been enjoying 'full free', living in unity and peace. But some of the descendants of masters and slaves are still shackled by chains of 'bad-mindedness' and 'grudgefulness'.

Their hearts are encased by bitterness and mean-spiritedness, making their lives miserable and tormented. They sit every day and worry about what their neighbours have, and have been achieving. They hate their relatives and friends, and people they don't even know because of what they have accomplished and earned, and who they are.

Now, in that same land, there lives a giant of a man, bequeathed with mind-boggling speed, which has the world fascinated and bedazzled. No other human being in sports, in recent memory, has accomplished what he has in such a fast time.

And in an equally speedy time, he was promised the fourth highest honour in the land, where his fore-parents died in slavery. They are now smiling from the 'Great Beyond' at their great great-great-great-grandson. It was only a matter of time, they are saying.

wicked people

Now, just when I, Oxy Moron, thought everybody would jump with glee, as we did when he was winning, I was jolted from my reverie. For, in a land of many wicked people - killers of man, woman and child, arsonists and Molotov cocktail bombers - if bad-mindedness could kill, the man from the forest at Sherwood would have died from many bolts of it.

The haters, many of whom were 'jubilating' at the end of his record-breaking feats, believe that the honour is too good for one so young. The reasons they give are as asinine as an ass is. They, wallowing in the bad-mindedness, which is second nature to them, are also stricken by the chronic and self-destructive malady of 'red yeye'. "Too much, too soon!" they squeal at very high pitches.

But the speedy and lanky one let them know that he's ready for the honour. But ready or not, he's here, he's now, happening. He's going to be called 'Honourable', quite an honour for an honourable man. Now, when will the universities step in to give an 'honorary' hand?

And oh, when he's driving along HIS stretch of the highway, I want him to slow down, take it all in, and exhale the bad-mindedness away in world record-breaking time.

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