She’s always been like that… big heart, even fi people weh never deserve it. And honestly? That’s something I’ve learned from her. Let go bad energy. Forgive—even if yuh don’t forget.
When the call winds down, I finally hang up and lean over on Nickoi’s arm, feeling his warmth next to me. “Yuh good, Mami?” he asks softly.
I nod. “I’m okay… just a little sleepy.”
He doesn’t answer right away. A few seconds pass before he speaks again. “Yuh soon affi start drive inna the back yer.”
I groan lightly. “I know… but mi wah drive mi car,” I pout.
“You cyaah really do dat fi now, Mami,” he says gently.
“Mi belly bump nah show yet eno,” I reason, hoping he’ll budge.
He sighs. “Okay… but yuh have license?” he asks. I blink then shake my head no, slowly.
“Ah,” he says, clearly not surprised.
“We affi go deal with it?” I ask, straightening up a bit.
He nods. “Mi a go mek mi G sort it out tomorrow.”
I smile. “Babe, wah yuh nuh have links for?”
He shrugs, grinning. “Mi have links fi everything yes.”
Then his eyes squint a little, like something just clicked. “Wait… the only link mi nuh have a Cuban.”
A laughter slips out from me. “Nickoi, yuh a real joker enuh.”
He joins me in the laughter, shaking his head. “A joke man.”
He has a Cuban on, maybe he’s talking bout the girl. Still giggling, I rest my head back on his arm.
9
Polo
All now you nuh tell me where we going enuh babe,” I look over at him when he stops at the traffic. He’s wearing black tees and black jeans with his black wallabees. Mi always love fi see him in all black and mi nuh know why.
He has a smile on his face before he looks at me briefly. “So what if a surprise?” He questions.
“You one cya deh surprise me so,” I chuckle, resting my head on his arm. It feels so good to be lying on his arms. Mi a go do this more often.
“Wah can stop me?” He asks and I look up at him and he licks his lips.
“We a go look fi somebody?” I ask and he shakes his head slowly. “Babe all yuh say is that mi fi get ready cas wi a go pan the road… yuh nuh think mi a go curious?” I ask him.
“A somweh yuh did ask fi see,” he says and I furrow my eyebrows as I start thinking.
Somewhere mi ask fi see…
I don’t remember telling him that I wanted to see or go anywhere enuh. I laugh. “A inna me sleep me say that?”
I can see that he wants to laugh but he doesn’t. He shakes his head. “When yuh sleep so dead… yuh deeven turn much less fi say something,” I start laughing hard when he says that. Maybe a the way him say it enuh.
We turn onto a lonely road. I glance at him, and he looks right back at me. “Mi curious bad enuh, babe,” I say. ‘Cause a coulda where him really a carry mi?
That mi a wonder too… Zara, yuh nuh fraid?!my subconscious whispers.
