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Two ninety-year-old West Indian men, Karl and Mosiah, have been friends all
their lives. Mosiah is dying, and so Karl comes to visit him every day. 'Mosiah,' says
Karl, 'You know how we both like cricket all we life, an' how we play together
for plenty years. Mosiah, you gotta do me one favour. When you go to Heaven, and
I know you goin' deh, somehow you gotta let me know if they got cricket in
Heaven.' Mosiah looks up at Karl from his death bed, and says, 'Karl, you is meh
bes' frien' for a long time. If it is possible, I gon do it for you.' And
shortly after that, Mosiah passes on.
It is midnight a couple of nights later. Karl is sound asleep when he is
Awakened by a blinding flash of whitelight and a voice calls out to him,
'Karl.Karl.'
'Is who ?' says Karl sitting up suddenly. 'Is who ?'
'Karl, is me, Mosiah.'
'You lie. You is not Mosiah. Mosiah just dead.'
'I telling you,' insists the voice. 'Is me, Mosiah!'
'Mosiah is you? Whey you deh?'
'I in heaven,' says Mosiah , 'and I gotta tell you, I got real good news and a
likkle bad news.'
'So, tell me de good news fus',' says Karl.
'De good news is that they got cricket in heaven. Better yet, all we old
buddies who gone before we are there. Better yet, we all young men again.
Better yet, it always got sunshine and it Al never rains, and best of all, we can
play cricket all we want, and we Al never get tired!'
'Really?' says Karl, 'Dat is fantastic, wonderful beyond meh wildest dreams!
But, wha's de bad news?'
'You opening de batting next Tuesday.' </SPAN>
their lives. Mosiah is dying, and so Karl comes to visit him every day. 'Mosiah,' says
Karl, 'You know how we both like cricket all we life, an' how we play together
for plenty years. Mosiah, you gotta do me one favour. When you go to Heaven, and
I know you goin' deh, somehow you gotta let me know if they got cricket in
Heaven.' Mosiah looks up at Karl from his death bed, and says, 'Karl, you is meh
bes' frien' for a long time. If it is possible, I gon do it for you.' And
shortly after that, Mosiah passes on.
It is midnight a couple of nights later. Karl is sound asleep when he is
Awakened by a blinding flash of whitelight and a voice calls out to him,
'Karl.Karl.'
'Is who ?' says Karl sitting up suddenly. 'Is who ?'
'Karl, is me, Mosiah.'
'You lie. You is not Mosiah. Mosiah just dead.'
'I telling you,' insists the voice. 'Is me, Mosiah!'
'Mosiah is you? Whey you deh?'
'I in heaven,' says Mosiah , 'and I gotta tell you, I got real good news and a
likkle bad news.'
'So, tell me de good news fus',' says Karl.
'De good news is that they got cricket in heaven. Better yet, all we old
buddies who gone before we are there. Better yet, we all young men again.
Better yet, it always got sunshine and it Al never rains, and best of all, we can
play cricket all we want, and we Al never get tired!'
'Really?' says Karl, 'Dat is fantastic, wonderful beyond meh wildest dreams!
But, wha's de bad news?'
'You opening de batting next Tuesday.' </SPAN>
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