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Blood on the Streets of Nassau: The Wild Junkanoo Brawl That Almost Destroyed a Bahamian Tradition!

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In the vibrant streets of Nassau, the heart, or rather the capital of the Bahamas, the art of Junkanoo was the lifeblood of the people. For generations, the pulsating rhythms, colorful costumes, and hypnotic dance moves and music had been the pride and soul of the nation. But in 1990, during the annual Boxing Day parade, tensions escalated, threatening the future of Junkanoo.

The Superstars and The Boys from the Valley were the two reigning Junkanoo groups, each determined to outshine the other. Among them were the leaders, No Moustache Having Mr. Peri and The Big Beard Mr. Perci, both skilled and charismatic, but their egos were about to ignite a disaster.

The moon had finally set, and this all went down on Elizabeth Avenue. The air was charged with excitement and anticipation as the rival groups prepared for their dazzling performances on Shirley Street, although each was conserving their energy for Bay Street, where the real performance that mattered would unfold. Each group sought to outdo the other in front of the passionate crowd.

Just before the parade, No Moustache Having Mr. Peri, known for his flamboyant shuffle, swaggered into The Superstars of Shell’s territory, where they rested and heated their drums. He was exuding confidence, his every move dripping with the arrogance of a man who believed himself unbeatable. The Big Beard Mr. Perci, confused but not one to back down, confronted him. Their exchange sparked like fireworks on a starry night, tensions rising with each word.

No Moustache Having Mr. Peri stood there strutting and shuffling provocatively, his every movement taunting The Big Beard Mr. Perci. The Bearded Perci, his thick eyebrows furrowing into a fierce scowl, couldn't let this challenge go unanswered. "You think your shuffle is the best? I'll show you what a true shuffle looks like!" he growled, eyes blazing. The challenge was clear, his pride too deep to be wounded by words alone.

No Moustache Having Mr. Peri's voice, low but firm, carried across the charged atmosphere. "My shuffle is the epitome of grace and power. You couldn't match it if you tried!" His words were polished and cutting. The crowds sensed the impending clash, their excitement quickly turning to apprehension.

Then, with the intensity of Hurricane Dorian, it happened. Fists flew, and chaos erupted. I don’t remember who threw the first blow, but I do remember that it landed squarely, a thunderous connection that echoed down the street like the beat of a Junkanoo drum.”Pap!” The fight exploded in the blink of an eye.

Now that I remember, I think it was No Moustache Having Mr. Peri who swung first, his fist crashing into The Big Beard Mr. Perci's jaw. The impact reverberated through Percy's skull, sending a shockwave through his body. For a moment, he felt dazed and off-balance, struggling to regain his composure.

But Perci wasn’t one to stay down. He roared, and retaliated with a vicious left hook, his fist smashing into Perry's ribs, knocking the air from him. Perry stumbled, and let one loose in his drawers, It probably left a brown and a red stain, his breath caught in his throat, but the pain only fueled his determination. He straightened, face set in defiance, and struck back.

The fight was wild and unrelenting. Every punch carried with it the weight of years of competition, every bruise a reminder of the pride and ego at stake. Then, amidst the flurry of fists, a bottle of Kali…I can’t say it here but it’s the Beer of the Bahamas and it soared through the air, whistling as it flew. The crowd gasped as it sailed in a perfect arc, bursting on the No Moustache Having Mr. Peri’s head. The glass shattered, the impact bursting cut his skin, leaving him disoriented. Stiches! He stumbled backward, the world spinning.

“Will Mudda Sick! Bey, he just burst No Moustache Peri in his head!” someone shouted from the crowd, their voice cutting through the mayhem. Perry clutched his head, blood trickling down his face, staining his ruining his costume. The wound resembled the flaring lip of a conch shell, a raw and distinguished mark that would not soon be forgotten. Yet, in that moment of pain and chaos, No Moustache Having Mr. Peri stood tall...well maybe not tall because he was about 5’6”. Regardless, he was bloodied... 

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