“Thanks babe,” she says, and I sit back in the chair, admiring her face. Jah…
“Wah yuh deh pan now?” I ask as she walks over to a quiet area, phone in her hand. She sits before answering.
“Mi just do mi hair, mi a plan fi—” is the last thing I catch before I drift.
I just start admiring her fully. Creepy maybe, how I zone out just looking at her features.
Her eyes.
Her nose.
Her lips.
Her teeth.
Jah Jah… the man gone…
Whipped fi days.
One time that used to be my biggest fear. Now? Mi embrace it. Her mouth stops moving and I just nod like I was listening.
“Ah… mi a link yuh up at home cause mi have a few errands fi run right now.”
“Mi a go home now, you a go fi the babies?” she asks.
I nod.
“Yah man, me will go fi dem.”
She gets up, saying goodbye to the people in the shop.
“Mami,” I say. She looks down but she’s still walking.
“Yes Nickoi,” she answers softly.
“Mi wah yuh drive safe. Mi nuh wah you a speed and make sure yuh wearing yuh seatbelt,” I tell her. I don’t care if I sound overprotective. I love her. If mi can’t be there to guard her, mi at least affi try protect her from far.
“Awww, I will babe. Mi wah you do the same,” she replies.
As for me… I can’t promise that. I know it sound unfair, like I want her fi listen to me and mi nah listen to her but it hard fi not drive fast. That’s how I been driving from jump. Still… I buckle up. This part mi can promise.
“Okay,” she smiles, glancing up and I hear a man call out.
“Thickaz.”
Which idiot that?
I frown.
“Thickaz, how yuh nice so?” the voice calls again, and Zara hisses, walking to her car.
“Who that?” I ask.
“Bingy, he’s a taxi man,” she says, getting in.
“Oh,” I reply, brushing it off.
“Mi soon link yuh at home.”
