The last Sunday’s Express editorial ‘Thank you, Cultural Sprangalang’ was a well-written portrayal of a man who was an original. It states very aptly: ‘his gift for comedy came from a perceptive intelligence and cutting insight into the Trinbagonian personality…delivered with deadpan humour…and a lashing picong…eyes with a vocabulary of their own.” This was a great synopsis of the larger-than-life artiste.
Indeed, the late Sprang had a gift for turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. His play on words amazed me. Who can forget when he began to repronounce place names like Barataria – and pronounced it instead as Ba-ra-ta-rhee-uh. And why not, he said?
He was a visionary beyond his time who held a mirror up to our faces and made us accountable as we were able to see the comedic translations of behaviours that were too rigid and bound by colonialistic rules and structures.