Kahdeja's pov
Gunshots...
That's all I hear every night, from I was small I've been hearing it now it's like a bedtime story.
Hi, I'm Kahdeja, I'm a brown-skinned girl, about 5'3 last time I went to get a check-up, I have curly hair, my favorite color is black, and also an ambivert.
I live in a small community with my big family, I've been homeschooled my whole life by Stef, she said I should call her that not Mom she hates me I know, she no do a good job because I taught myself most things I know. I'm very ambitious and brave, weak is not in my blood, never has been, never will be, if something comes the way that I can't handle, I just always find a solution.
I love reading, I don't know why but it keeps my mind at peace, away from reality.
Spanish is my favorite, no one taught me but sometimes I dream, of someone, singing a Spanish song to me.
Now y'all think am delusional
We are very poor, and poverty in this community is getting so much worst because the 'Don' is not in the country, I heard he left with his family on vacation I heard they are still looking for their missing child, it's so sad and the reward money is one hundred million, wish someone would do that fimi.
Dem yah people yah, woulda a neva do that fimi, dem would a glad fi hear man kidnap mi.
"Yuh no stop daydream n guh do weh grandma tell yuh, look how long yuh fi wash up the dutty plates gyal"I rolled my eyes.
"Did I use any of the dutty plates, umm no move from Yasso" I pushed him going inside to my grandparents and an old man.
"Deja come ere"why does she call me that my name is Kahdeja, "yes Stef and grandmother".
"Meet my business partner," the man is in his early forties, I see a wedding ring, he also looks Rich, "Good evening, excuse mi" I lef to go around the back of the yard to check on my clothes, dem people yah thief bad, so mi affi watch dem.
"Kahdeja, you no see mi a show you something, "I didn't look up at her.
"Who him, "I questioned, weh so many goats come from, I looked around the house.
"My friend who is interested in you,
Kahdeja yuh know a you one can help we outa this poverty," she muss lick her head, that man could be my father or grandpa.
"Yuh sick, yuh lick yuh head, he is an old man, Stef mia sixteen weh mia do wid man, mi no ready fi man" she & grandma come in like the people dem in Nigerian movies, wah sell dem daughter to Rich man fi money.
"Likkle girl-" I walked out of the yard fi fresh air, 'cause mi no like too think bout anything.
Life just unfortunate fi mi eeh.
"Yow, Kahdeja," a boy from this community said, "what's up"I called to him and look before mi cross the road.
"Deh yah, mek me drop yuh no, pretty girl like you no fi a walk alone"I frown he think mi frighten fi BMW, "mi prefer it like that, excuse mi" I was going to the new juicy beef in the town.
I pushed open the door, the AC strong in yah though, it all have new workers, "hello, can I get a beef patty & a small Cran grape juice please"I ordered, taking out my money giving her the exact change.
"Patty raise mi love, it need $200 more"but look yah," a yesterday mi buy the same thing miss, yah tell mi the price raise up ova night?" this life no balance well.
"Yes, so if you no have it, come outa the line people are waiting, "me feel she a lie cause this bitch no like me eno.
"I need to speak to your manager, please" she chuckled nervously, I frown, suspicious...
"If you cya buy it jus say that n come out" she now got the attention of everyone that was either buying are, sitting down, this was embarrassing truthfully.
"What is happening here," a rough voice said, I slowly turned to a 6'5 feet man, Rasta man, he's light-skinned, and his eyes are so dreamy I almost got lost.
"Sir, she cya buy the goods and no wah leave the line so the others can order," the bitch cashier says.
"That's not what happened, I asked to speak to the manager because mi just buy from here yesterday and two hundred dollars guh Pon the price of the Patty already"I complain, the life of being poor, I may sound ungrateful but why God mek me born in a this yah family, feel like God mek mistake n just drop me in a dis yah extended family.
"Wah two likkle hundred girl, this embarrassing".she chuckled.
"Whitney shut up, Miss I'm sorry for all this, the price didn't raise you are just a concern customer, here it's free," the man said, I like his hair it's very... sensual...
"No, it's fine, and 'Whitney' yuh stylist no do yuh right, yuh lace deh Pon yuh forehead, & I might be 'poor' but me have ambition and a right to speak, you are really unprofessional and dumb if I had my business mi woulda never hire someone so uncivilized, grow up hoe"I walked away after, bright.
Mi cya tek this, mi wah guh school, I strolled in my community passing a house dem call ' bun dung' a wonder what happened here," Yow Kahdeja mek me get the numba no baby".
Why do men exist?
Just saying, babies couldn't come from eggs or something and cease their existence.
"Boy move wid you money weh done Pon Friday day," he lucky he even gets to attend school, I'm here walking around daily to hear school kids conversation, or sometimes mi borrow a textbook, mostly Spanish it's my favorite, I'm not a pro...yet...
But if me beg more they will send me.
Later on, in the evening hours, I went to my room, to my brother, Calvin he's very once a time we get along well sometimes, mi and him fight twenty times, yes me count and I always win.
Never get so much lick from Stef, but me lick r back, because mi no see no reason fi a fire lick, people a the church weh me usually guh seh mi granny and muma cya rule me.
Fuck dem.
My first chapter for Triple My Age, any thoughts??
