Voodoo

Crossroads

I had found myself a small ways down the road from my home in an attempt to acquire some items at the
closest little shop, the same items I had forgetting to pickup some time earlier in the week.

It was noticeably dusk at the time, a fact cosigned by the loud music heard just a bit further down the road just by the square. Of course each evening (roughly 6:30pm) Blaxx - I think it was - did this on repeat, it was his calling card. To this day it remains a mystery to me how poorly some people regard some peace and quiet.

**Walking up to the counter of this shop**

"Wha gwaan bruv" exclaimed Bo-lo Bo-lo in expired attempts at making his comical British accent something funny.

*Chuckles*

"Ya got six yesterday yeh?" Coiling his nose up, playfully mocking me for being off form yesterday.

I spend the last 8 years slowly becoming close friends with him, he was a Nigerian who somehow ended up all the way here in wooie-wooie. He reminded me that his family is visiting from some place I couldn't even pronounce the the name of the first time I heard it. He also wanted to use the opportunity to put on a party, just do a little something and make it a community thing.

Bo-lo was a nice guy, the lifeblood of our part of the community. He would always be smiling and making people laugh. All the guys around would - ritualistically - collect themselves each Sunday evening outside his shop to play dominoes. Bo-lo Bo-lo's shop & Save -amateurishly - decorating above the front door - it was the first shop to open and the last one to close.

**More jovial bantering**

I never wondered his age but when Bo-lo spoke passionately on something, even someone old enough to be my father had to listen. He was jovial yet intuitive man, it would’ve been hard to find someone who didn’t get along with him.

"Yuh know seh me an' Campari nuh mix" I retorted in some embarrassment.

While tallying off the things I had picked from the shelves he proceeded to invite, no! Demanded that I joined the
link-up. We laughed as he poked fun at how I always seem find time to work but rarely find the time to hold a beer.

...and after a few more hearty laughs I agreed to join him later. Not long after returning home however, I got to sorting out whatever it was that I had assigned myself to for that evening. There was very little excuse afterwards not to take Bo-lo up on his offer.

**Loud music & indistinct chatting growing in the distance**

Making my way back down the road to Bo-lo's once more, l stole myself away from my usual somber demenour, I was determined not to be the usual stick in the mud. A refreshing shower, my favourite scents, moisturized and sweet enough to eat and I was feeling good. Dressed in my favourite pair of brown Crocs with a plain white Tee, paired with a dark grey cargo shorts, bring just enough in my pocket to unwind.

A few irate conversations with the guys and a couple dragon stouts later and I found myself having a fairly good time. Alcohol soaked gyrations abound, with sexually charged undertones; the community had turned out in full swing to support this “buyout di bar” event.

**Dj dotcom!.. take the shackles off my feet so I can dance..***

Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps it was the promise I made to myself that I'd try and be less of a egocentric recluse, perhaps it was just the right time for it, but I was having a good time gawking at exotically dress women with Bo-lo.

**My eyes randomly darting across the from of the shop from across the road, nodding to the beat**

My skin tightened to the rush of blood, my hearing hushed itself quiet, time itself granted me allowances enough to steal an extra heartbeat - thumping at the sight of her. That damn red light above Bo-lo's shop door  bathe her in an orgasmic coat, igniting those seductive curves - everywhere.