I chuckle when he walks away, watching him until he disappears amidst the huddle of his teammates. "Yuh know say tha shorts deh look fuck up fi true. A weh the dawg get that?"
Like a the man sister shorts him borrow to bloodclaat. It just likkle and red.
Jah Jah!
Peas Head cackles. "Bomboclaat! Then nuh that mi just a say, yuh see it though?"
Petrad and Nyama seem to agree as they add their two cents.
My phone pings, drawing my attention away from the chatter and back to it.
My heart skips a beat when I see that it's a WhatsApp message and notice who it's from.
Amanda.
"Full time," I mutter as I click on it and read what it says.
AMANDA (HEADACHE): Hey
My smile drops.
'Hey'?
Soso so?
After yuh have man a wait pon yuh text from day?
No, bredda...
Hissing my teeth, I turn on my read receipts then click out of the chat, deliberately leaving it on 'read'.
Yes, man. Your turn fi sweat likkle bit.
Bright.
"Yo, wah uno up to?" Peas Head says, drawing me out of my thoughts. "Mi crawb up yah now eno. A cut mi ago cut from yasso. Wah uno a do?"
His comment makes me sigh.
Think a me alone hungry a box dung to pussyclaat.
Thru Gabby and her fuckry mi not even get fi nyam nothing before mi come yasso.
Then the ballgame finish shake out everything wah did inna mi from today. Not that a did of much substance, anyways.
"Mi woman supposed to a chew iron yah now. Cook from evening and all now mi nuh reach home fi nyam," he adds.
I chuckle, swatting at a mosquito which bites me on my leg.
The vipers dem out yah now.
"Yawh the better one," Nyama says, looking up from where he was typing away on his phone.
Petrad chuckles.
And I smirk. "Wah yuh say, Nyama, your food nuh done cook yet?"
He scoffs. "Cook? Right now a Meemi that just text mi a say she a work 'til ten o'clock tonight, and mi fi bring KFC."
He hisses his teeth, and we all laugh.
Sound like smaddy weh mi know. A wah deh pon KFC make woman love it so? Jah Jah.
"KFC?" Peas Head asks, disdain evident in his voice. "After man work so hard, which woman can come give mi KFC salt chicken fi nyam fi dinner?"
Hear the man...
"A what she want."
Frowning, Peas Head pours a cup of water from the igloo we brought with us. "So yawh buy that?"
"Wah fi tap e?"
Peas Head puts his hand on his head, making a loud hiss.
The side of my lip quirks. "The man dramatic yuh fuck."
"No, daddy! Mi just appalled say a bare simp mi deh yah a play ball wid. Ras being the biggest one. Jah Jah."
Nyama chuckles. "A life, Bro G. We affi please them, don't?"
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Ruin
Short StoryAs a little girl growing up in the small rural community of Shadow Grove, I used to always hear my mother say, "Wat sweet nanny goat, ago run him belly!" I never truly understood the meaning of that phrase...until now. Little did I know that a man w...
