My very first election, at least to understand what it was all about, was in 1950.
In Tunapuna where I lived, the race was between Bhadase Sagan Maraj and Dr Stanley. For the first time I heard the word “campaigning”, but didn’t have a clue just what that meant. I was only 12 years old, so this was all new to me. All I knew was something was disturbing the quiet village.
The end result was that Maraj won, which was not a surprise since he was very popular driving around in his Kaiser car. Apart from him, several other East Indians won seats, which was food for The Mighty Killer, who had this thing for singing about the East Indian population.
In 1950, he had a wondrous road march, “In a Calabash”. Sometime after, probably in 1951, this was the chorus with his take on the election: “They had Ranjit Kumar, Mitra Sinanan, Adjodha Singh, Asford Sinanan, Stephen Maraj, Chanka Maraj and Bhadase Sagan Maraj.”