#2 "PRANK."

There was a male called 'K-TOE' who walked the streets of Georgetown 'begging-for-money' and was also "mentally challenged". He never attended school because of his condition and developed a habit of exposing himself towards women & young girls. His prime areas were schools and playgrounds and was 'well-known' by all students in the city. We called him Uncle'K-toe' with a 'sing-song' tone of voice that got him angry.

He got angry and 'up-set' because he spoke in a 'sing-song' fashion also. In his mad state he always tried to hold the person who called him Uncle 'K-toe' but wasn't always lucky in his attempt. 'K-toe' was allowed to rome the streets and was rarely arrested for "indecent exposure" only if he exposed his self in a 'upper-class' residence. To the working class it was fun and a big joke to see him expose his self in the streets.

One afternoon school was finished and we were playing in the 'school-yard' long Hadfield street East of Camp street and there was 'K-toe' walking along the same street in front of our school. All hell 'broke-loose'; all of us (school children) started singing Uncle 'K-toe' at the same time. 'K-toe' got mad and started running around trying to catch one of us but failed badly in his attempt. He entered the 'school-yard', running around "like a chicken fleeing from capture" and moving in all directions.

The noise we made in the yard brought the 'school-master' out and he ordered 'K-toe' to leave the 'school-yard' and he did with no problem. (Note: he only attacked children). Our 'school-master' them told us to go home and be on the 'look-out' for 'K-toe.' We all 'ran-out' of the 'school-yard' and went our different ways. Ten of us were on our way home and had forgotten about 'K-toe' but he had not forgotten about us. As we walked, talked and laughed minding our business before we got to Camp street "K-toe' 'jumped-out' of his hiding at the corner of Hadfield and Camp streets.

He saw us and started running towards us but was unable to catch us. Weeks passed before we encountered 'K-toe' on the street. He 'came-up' on us from behind and held two of us and the other four ran away laughing. I was one of the two that were held and we started crying. He didn't let us go and we wanted to be 'set-free' from his grip because he smelt "like he never had a bath for a long time." The hands he held us with were "as hard and rough as a piece of rock" and as he spoke, one needed a umbrella for shelter because of the spit that came from his mouth.

As he tried to speak he had another problem; he stuttered and the words 'came-out' broken as he attempted; A-A-L-L--U-U --T-R-O-U-B-L-E--M-E--M-E-E-K--M-E--M-A-D--A-N--M-E--G-O-T --U-U--A-L-L--N-O-W (You all trouble me. It makes me mad and i have you now). Eventually he had to let us go from his grip. He didn't have the strength to hold two kicking, hitting and crying boys at the same time. When we were out of his hands and a good distance away from him with the rest of the group, we shouted Uncle 'K-toe' you can't catch us.

I know that he was once charged for "indecent exposure" in a 'upper-class' area and never knew how the case ended because I was too young to ask any adult. I saw him before I left Guyana in the same condition and doing the same.