If him say so, tell him say you wan’ go a foreign fi art school and learn fashion design, and don’ him see how your sketchbook full up with concepts and him can’ see you stylee?īut if you say that, him will answer, Fashion? A my son a si’ down an’ sew panty an’ frock? Wha’ kind of little-gal fantasy that?īut, Daddy, man in Europe study fashion from time, you will tell him. If you no careful, life go so carefree, till you daddy say, Time to get serious, boy, and stop all the play-play. She tease you, you see? Push up hard ’pon you in corners and grind she pelvis into yours before she laugh and push away.Ī Sanya you like chat bad word with, so she you take a Hellshire to sit seaside and nyam escovitch snapper and chat bare fuckery till them tell unoo, You no see the sun gone and is time fi move you batty? Is Cherie you like slow whine plenty nights down a New Kingston, whether Epiphany or Dizzy.

Reyha’s family own the bread shop on Barbican Road where she work most afternoons, and you like sniff she hair since it always smell of coco bread or spice bun. If a Reyha you pick, you will carry she to the drive-in where you can stroke she hair while unoo watch Bond ’pon big screen.

You can take Daddy’s Datsun or Mummy’s new ’68 VW and fly past street urchins who sell bag juice and ackee at red lights down Hope Road to pick up Reyha or Sanya or Cherie. If you’re the only son of uptown Kingston parents, then you will have options. Jonathan Escoffery Issue 229, Summer 2019

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