I was suppose to be out of the house an hour ago. But from morning all I have been doing is running around like a chicken without head. Firstly I woke late, cause it's like I forgot that you can't book nails and hair appointment for Christmas Eve.
Grand market in Jamaica is like everybody get loose. And all who neva use to come a road decide why not?
Finish my hair and nails after eleven and me and Amelia my bestfriend went on the hunt for just one top. Mi know how the Christmas rush guh suh mi order a few outfits online from last month. Amelia decided dat she good suh wi end up spending all night in Half Way Tree looking fi ONE top. Fi guh wid har black leather pants she want to wear tonight to har fiance family Christmas dinner at the Spanish Court Hotel.
And secondly I had to do some last minute Christmas shopping this morning, cause even though I am going by my mommy in the country for Christmas. I still need food and stuff when I get back home. Then I had to go back an the road, cause I forgot to pick up the Christmas cakes my mommy had me order.
God help mi soul if mi leave them. And I needed to grab something to add to my brother Christmas gift. Kingsley went on the farm work program a few years ago. And decide him not coming back and ago run off. Straighten up himself two years later and went in the army. But it nuh mean cause him a cum from foreign mi nuh fi get him anyting.
And then the last minute packing. I am only spending three days, but I need fifty to a hundred piece of clothes knowing myself. Plus makeup & skincare products.
Just got out the shower. Check my phone it's now 6:15pm. Can reach Ocho Rois under three hour if mi play mi cards right. Just dat mi makeup ago tek a year and a half. And then the traffic bound fi fuck mi ova worst a Christmas day.
Turn on some Christmas music on start on my face. Had my clothes lay out from early so don't have to stress about that. I decide on a stylish sky blue cargo pants that hugs my hips like gloves. And a cute black sleeveless crap top that look too small but stretches. And hold my breast just the right way.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
My phone starts ringing and I know it's my mom for the hundredth today asking if I leave out yet.
"Mommy?" I answer.
"Kendra yuh gwine late fi yuh own funeral." She says.
"A lock mi a lock up now." I lie.
"From morning yuh a lock up...yuh nah reach till afta Christmas."
"By di time yuh chat mi out. A dat ago gwan."
"Yuh good enuh."
"Yuh love mi though fi call mi so much time from morning."
"Mi nuh love yuh. Hurry up and cum man. And call mi wen yuh reach Ochi. Mi waah yuh pick up sumting fi mi."
"Mommyyyy...mi know a wuk yuh a call mi fi wuk mi out enuh. Yuh cah drive guh down deh or ask Kins fi guh?"
"Suh yuh nuh think Kins have fi him share a wuk fi do. Just be safe cause yuh know di mad man deh out. And memba fi call mi when you reach Ochi. Love yuh lata."
"Think yuh neva love mi." I laugh.
"Bwoy yuh know fi gi talking."
"Love yuh to mommy. Lata." I hang up laughing.
Being my mother wash belly she know it's endless trouble and endless talking. But we have an amazing relationship and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Maxwell Garcia wealthiest man in Pineapple Ocho Rois in his time. My father who I didn't get a chance to meet. He died of an unknown illness, right before I was born I was told. Kingsley knew him, but don't remember much. Since he was three and a half at the time of his death.
So all we really knew is our mother Charmaine Armstrong Garcia "good old mommy" and we cherish her existence every single day.
Pulling myself from my thoughts. I finish getting ready and load my SUV. I smile to myself cause the red colour screams Christmas. Do one last check of my to-do list. I slip my sock covered foot into my black Adidas slides. Throw my white puma sneakers on the back sit. Lock up and getting into the drivers sit. I connect my phone to my car Masicka Tyrant cum on I hit the road.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Feel like a artist ready fi burn up did toll.
Sing and deejay straight to Ochi. _________________________________________ So first chapter down. Let me know your thoughts. I know it's short, but they grow over time. And given the name of the book...why not start with some Masicka.
