Zistwar la fontaine dan villaz ek tentes bazaar

Friday evening. William, Antish and I are having dinner at Labourdonnais hotel. William comes up with a hilarious story about his childhood days in St Pierre. A story which has to be told only in creole so as not to lose its punch.

Kan mo ti ena 7 ans, mo mama amene mwa la fontaine pou nou rempli nou touk. Nou bizin mette lake pu attan, ene longere flioir madames divan nou.
Ene tas fams garde galant dan villaz, zot invite maris zot kamarades lakaz pou pieze zot. Ti ena fam appel Mimi, line kross mari ene lotte fam et ler ale rode dilo kot la fontaine, lagair lever ente tou les 2.

Mimi leve so zipe, dessan so kilot dire lot fam la:

- Guett sa fesse la bien, ena valere ladan, sa meme pou perdi to mari.

Lot fam leve so zipe, dessan so kilot et reponn so rivale:

- Guett mo trou liki bien, au moins pu moi li prop, li pa malangg kouma pu twa.

Sakene bez kout touk so kamarade. Mo mama bouss mo lizier, rode bousse mo zoreye mais mo pe trouve tou et mo pe tanne tou.

Antish pe korder are rier, moi mo pret pou sape depi lor mo sez.

My favorite story though remains the following one:

Mo pe marsser dan St Pierre, ene ti la pli fine ine tomber, trottoir glissant, mo truv ene gros femme pe sorti bazar ek so 2 tentes legimes. Li perdi lekilib, li pe saye fer contre balance avec so sak, li pa kapav, li deraper, li beze enba so legumes rouler, faner, disperser lor simin. Kan mone gett sa scene la, mo pane kapav tini, mone kass ene grand rier apres mo dimann madame la 'Mo kapave aide ou?'

Madame la gett moi dire mwa: Bousse to liki mover falourmama, to gett mwa beze enba apres to rode aide moi, beze to liki aler pilon.

He can tell me this story a thousand times and I won't be able to help it, I will still laugh my head off.
William is such a great story teller, the way he recalls these anecdotes and tells them with all his facial expressions is so unique.

We had such a wonderful time this past friday, one I will never forget.