Not again.
I sip the drink and he takes out his phone, making a video of me I assume and knowing me I play along.
One thing wid you, you love make video.
But don’t love post them.
He tucks his lip in, looking at his phone, making me curious.
“Let me see,” I say eagerly. He looks at me briefly before he looks back at the screen.
“Jah Jah,” he mutters. He’s purposely making me curious.
“Nickoi mi wah see it,” I laugh, making sure my voice is down since we’re in a public space. Watch nice dolly! My subconscious says imitating Sash.
He flips the phone, and there I am. My makeup pops under the restaurant lighting, lips curved in a teasing smile. I lift my drink to the camera, cheers, and it cuts.
“You think it can post?” I ask him and he’s just staring at me. “Nickoi,” I say with a little attitude.
“That a wah question?” his voice flat.
“Jeez,” I shake my head.
“If you nuh wah post it me will post it,” he says surprising me. I start laughing and he joins me. I wish we could stay this way forever, just… happy.
69
Exertion
So now that I’m sure of the situation, I’m finally letting go of the anger that
was building up towards my mother. Junior though, I feel really bad for him but he said he’s over it so I guess I’ll just move on from it too.
We don’t have a choice though, do we? It’s not like we can get a time machine and plug some sense in my mother’s head and some self control in my father. He’s to be blamed too. He took his brother’s woman, creating this mess in the first place.
But I’m moving on.
What’s done is already done and I will accept it. What I won’t accept though is the messed up part of this story. I don’t care but Junior is my brother and my brother only. Nothing more, nothing less. Orion might have impregnated my mother but my father was always Junior’s father and so it will be. In my mind at least. I breathe, watching as my friends enjoy the sea. I’m finallyclosing this chapter while I’m sober. Can you imagine? I’m high grade free, painting free, Hennessy free..
My thoughts are disrupted when I spot Zara.
She traps a plastic cup between her teeth while she grabs her hair in a high ponytail. She always amaze me how she protects her false hair, she never wah get it wet but yesterday she never mind. I chuckle to myself as my eyes trails down her body. I fold my lips when I stop at her ass.
…and I’m sex free.
It’s just me, finally healing and moving on from a sordid past. I’m proud of myself. This is a first. Zara thick enuh dawg, my subconscious says as I start admiring her again.
The view is obstructed when she moves over to the deeper side, the water is now at her waist. I hiss then Rick grabs my attention and I look over at him. “Mi nah dead, park up the fat mark x or Benz house a build up, you a hear me again? ah… fi dah new year ya, new year ya, new year ya,” Rick sings while making a video of himself with a pure Hennessy in his hand and of course he’s dancing.
He’s sitting on the lounge chair next to the empty one beside me. He turns the phone, showing me in the back and I tilt my head making a trigger finger gesture briefly. “Still a look out fi me bredrin, ‘cause life still a battle like wrestling, hey poverty, a next thing..”
I build a spliff and as soon as I’m done and pour moscato in my cup. Relaxing, I stretch my legs out on the lounge chair, dragging at the spliff while observing the ladies in the water.
When I look away from them I spot Scar talking with a white woman who seems to be sun tanning. Keno is a little far out in the sea, if not everyone, Keno definitely deserves this break. Him been working non stop, mi barely see the man. It’s safe to say everyone is enjoying themselves. Wait, I don’t see Gutta and Junior.
“Rick weh eh man dem?” He looks away from his phone when I ask that. “Gutta and Junior?”
He looks over his shoulder before he answers. “Dem gone get the food, dem did a shout yuh enuh but yuh did a meds.”
