(Note: the following is purely fiction)
It's been a hellish few days for the Fiji masses. Half of the populace would start throwing molotov cocktails into the compound of Seriab Perdanario, the official residence of the republic's president. The government announced a hefty increase in the country's fuel prices. While the official government organ splashed images of white sandy beaches taken out of the country's tourism brochures, peach seller Hakamka Buono decided to drown his sorrow on cheap stout. Slouching with fatigue at the counter, Hakamka downed his second pitcher of the local Ganis stout. Everything about his body reflected a person who was tired from the day's labour. His haggard-looking face. His disheveled dark brown hair. His drooping shoulders. Only his eyes were still animated and alive and watching the 8 'o clock primetime news screened on the nearby television set.
"The government will revise the diesel subsidies for fishermen," said the red-haired female newscaster in a business suit.
"However, the agriculture ministry also announced an abolishment for all business loans for small-scale farmers," continued the newscaster.
Hakam sat slouched and unperturbed. All he could think about was how the hell he was to get new ballet shoes for his youngest daughter, Susanna. His little Susanna had a mishap the previous week. The 7-year-old's ballet shoes had soles of her last
It's been a hellish few days for the Fiji masses. Half of the populace would start throwing molotov cocktails into the compound of Seriab Perdanario, the official residence of the republic's president. The government announced a hefty increase in the country's fuel prices. While the official government organ splashed images of white sandy beaches taken out of the country's tourism brochures, peach seller Hakamka Buono decided to drown his sorrow on cheap stout. Slouching with fatigue at the counter, Hakamka downed his second pitcher of the local Ganis stout. Everything about his body reflected a person who was tired from the day's labour. His haggard-looking face. His disheveled dark brown hair. His drooping shoulders. Only his eyes were still animated and alive and watching the 8 'o clock primetime news screened on the nearby television set.
"The government will revise the diesel subsidies for fishermen," said the red-haired female newscaster in a business suit.
"However, the agriculture ministry also announced an abolishment for all business loans for small-scale farmers," continued the newscaster.
Hakam sat slouched and unperturbed. All he could think about was how the hell he was to get new ballet shoes for his youngest daughter, Susanna. His little Susanna had a mishap the previous week. The 7-year-old's ballet shoes had soles of her last
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