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DUIJAI "RAJAHWILD" BLAKE Sunday, February 4/24
📍TYRALL CLUB, MONTEGO BAY, ST.JAMES.
3:55 p.m.
"Yaa pussy Naggo." I laugh taking a sip of the Hennessy in my glass.
"How yuh mean man? Keisha stab offa mi fi true." He confirms and I laugh aloud.
It's been a while since I've heard about Keisha, she's the mother of Naggo's son- Kyle.
He just turned 9 day before yesterday and now Naggo is saying that Keisha tried to stab at him during the party.
For what?
Apparently Keisha saw a message in Naggo's phone from Kelly asking him when he's coming over. Keisha and Naggo broke up years ago but they still link up very frequently.
"She lucky mi nuh trigger happy like one time mon, show har supm." He grunts and I chuckle again.
Keisha a one mad rass gyal fr doe. Pon a big man medz.
"Yuh wah mek yuh yute grow up wid out him madda?" I turn to him and he looks at me with a sigh.
"Right now mi a risk everything fi come up yasso to Kelly eno, Flanka man dem still hot from di last war eno." He explains and I hiss.
Him fi know betta dan fi mek ooman draw him outta him scheme.
Just then his phone rang and he checked the caller id before smiling to himself and answering the phone.
"Yow-" he says before he pauses mid sentence. His face changes to one of amusement.
"Okay miss." He says before hanging up and turning to me with knowing eyes.
Kelly ready fi ih rifle mhon.
I laugh aloud and nod to him letting him know that I'm fine out here.
"Ina ih lata eno my bro, respect." He fist bumps me and I hail him back.
"Ye bro, mad." I respond before he goes inside.
I sit outside for a minute, before taking out some kush.
Ago buil' a spliff.
I took out the bag, taking out a piece before starting to crush it in the palm of my hand removing seeds as I do so.
