“Why you never go in a you room if you nuh wah in a the dining room or on the veranda?” She asks.
I take a while to answer her. “Yasso mi wah deh,” I retort.
“Okay, me will keep your company then,” she chuckles, eating her jerk chicken.
She moans. “Akeem deal with the chicken good.”
I stay silent.
I’m thinking about the question that has been plaguing my mind. The women on the veranda are gossiping and I hiss.
“You nuh see how it trashy?!” Marsha laughs, as a big woman.
“No mi loveee,” a slim friend laugh, she looks a little too young to be my mom’s friend.
“The gyal wig tiyad!” The other one say.
Cyaa’ believe woman comfortable a live so. Mi glad how my woman stay enuh because she in a har own lane. Apart from her cousins and mi G dem woman, I don’t see her with friends.
“All other day mi deh down town and she in a it, mi a say no monn!” mommy says while laughing and they join.
Jah Jah.
She a the next one…
Bring the chatting right yasso.
Lorie is laughing and I shake my head. “Why deh gyal deh deh yah?”
“Nickoi stop,” she begs. My mind runs on her saying this to Junior.
I glare at her.
“Just like how you tell Junior fi stop?” I ask her and she’s lost.
I continue. “You always a do foolishness enuh and when people react you wah tell them fi stop.”
“Wah happen?” She asks. I stop myself from going off, instead I put the cup at my head, drinking the remaining soup.
“Why Junior stay away?” I meet her stare.
She shrugs. “Junior just naturally nuh into people enuh, member him antisocial.”
“Hmm,” I hum.
“Is everything okay?” she seems worried.
I stare at her blankly. “No mommy, mi wah ask you a question.”
“Alright… ask,” she says softly.
She’s getting nervous. Too nervous.
I won’t misbehave mommy.
“Be honest and straight up wid me,” I say and she nods slowly. “Junior father a Orion, who a mine, Owayne or Orion?”
Her eyes widens as she gasp.
