By Dennis Rounds
I recently built up enough courage to take a pot-holed ride from the growingly decrepit western division to Fiji’s seat of power and burgeoning wealth, Suva.
Along the way, I was entertained by the hundreds of vehicles driving beyond the speed of sound, car speakers blasting the latest and most popular vulgarity they now call songs.
One song caught my attention, “Lordi-Who’s your Daddy?”
It must have been sunstroke but my ageing brain flashed images of the American Chargé d . . .