Anonymous.
"Mek sure say yuh nuh miss eno."
"Neva yet miss a target."
Everything mi ago leggo inna dah pussy face deh.
Loading all the guns in the bag, another man brings them to the vehicle.
Smaddy ago dead tonight.
Harming myself with a pocket knife and a Glock on my waist.
Fully dressed in black, I get myself a skee mask to finish the looks.
I'm getting on my phone to see if everything is in place, I called a number.
Rings.....rings
"Yo."
"Pree?"
"Just need two more man feh sacrifice."
"How much king weh have?"
"4."
"Queen?"
"3."
"Bishop?"
"1"
Why one, anything a anything still affeh get a check mate.
"Rook?"
"2"
Nice.
"Knight?"
"3"
"Pawn?"
"It mia tell yuh mi need two more feh sacrifice."
"Ahh."
Ended the call.
Just wah know say everything in place eno, cause anuh joking ting me deh pon.
Summo affeh dead tonight.
Dem wah push badness mek mi show dem real bomboclaat badness, true dem feel man nah respond back properly, mek mi show uno weh mi did puddung and now uno mek mi tek it up back.
Since as being a good yute nah work mek mi show uno ih duppy mi did a hide from dah one b yah!!
Show uno who really run bout bomboclaat yah, is like dem nuh know who dem a deal wid eno.
Giving one of the pawns a necklace that has a camera that is connected to a laptop.
Giving him the run down on his part of the game, I placed the necklaces around his neck.
"Try nuh mek dem ketch yuh, talk less pree more."
He went back to prepare himself for the match that is about to begin.
"Him dead before time eno."
"Yah read mi mind."
"Gi ih, next one , camera to, him look like him have more sense."
"Yo....fawud."
"Pree?"
"Put dis on, talk less pree more"
"Mhad"
He went back over to training.
Pussy dem naah see dis coming.
~
11:50 P.M.
Looking at her picture before I go, put a smile on my face, femmi likkle heartache dis eno.
Turning my phone off, I left it behind and headed in the car.
The ride was silent, taking a puff from my weed, I closed my eyes.
