Jazariah's POV
My alarm woke me from my five pm slumber.
Me nah search fi love, it already gone, how me fi fraid a the rain when me see many storm.
The sudden music and the vibrations it produced gave me an instant migraine. I squeezed my forehead with my right hand hoping for a relief, while my left hand searched the nightstand to stop the annoying sound. As my eyes opened I tapped the screen of my iPhone XR.
7:35pm
"Bomboclaattt"
I rushed to the bathroom to quickly shower, realizing that I was late for the newly introduced weekly dinner with my father.
Never in a thousand years would I have imagined to be in such a formal place with someone so informal as my father, but it was suggested as aid in my rehabilitation process by Mr Spencer, apparently I must seek to make amends with not only myself, but my close associates. Thoughts arose and I slipped back into last week's therapy session.
"Jazariah, I can provide you with the medications, coping mechanisms but this is a deep rooted problem and my resolutions can only last so long." Mr Spencer said
I sighed and crossed my hands.
"Weh yah try seh?" I asked
" Try and help yourself, don't rely on the professionals to help you, the mind is an extremely powerful tool, work towards the vision you have of your future self and stop limiting yourself. As of right now, I would recommend focusing on your loved ones and mending broken relationships because they will be the support you need."
The sound of the soap colliding with the floor brought me out of my daze.
Interesting...atleast a mi yaad mi deh now.
After what felt like a useless shower, I made my way to the closet attempting to find at least one piece of clothing appropriate for a dinner with my father. He was always one to scold me about my choice of clothing it was always something along the lines of my jeans being bitten by dogs or I was the embodiment of a male. Not being able to find anything worthy of selecting, I looked over to my shoe collection, my eyes danced over the combination of Bank robbers, Desert Clark's, Airforce, Jordan's, Pumas, Reeboks, Tommy Hilfigers and wallabees, and that's only where my eyes searched, instinctively an idea lodged into my head as a familiar pattern stuck out from behind the door.
"Not a bloodclaat, me nah wear dat." I thought looking at the dress.
" Such man and him dutty oman woulda roll ina dem grave......sorry God, a joke" I commented on my thought slightly chuckling.
As much as I can't fathom the thought of wearing the dress that I wore for my engagement, it was my only suitable option for tonight.
"Jus fi tonight." I said affirming myself.
I slipped into the floral dress patterned with pink and green, threw on some light makeup and styled my hair.
Mi look nasty yuh fuck.
Grabbing my keys on the way out I prepared my self for the evening to come.
"Hi Jazariah, you look beautiful." My father said smiling.
"Nothing new daddy, goodnight." I said sitting down at the table and we both laughed
Dinner was so serene as my father and I spoke about good times we shared together and things we could do to improve our relationship and as usual he always found a way to turn the spotlight to me.
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