After another interview I try to navigate my way in the corrupt Jamaican System.
My normal day to day routine was simply home, work and church.
Life had other plans for me after one free drive with Mr. Mysterious, his exotic life and dangerous n...
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White Petals of Remembrance 🤍🥀
"DADDY!" I shouted fearfully.
As I walk through the dimly lit hallway, memories flooded my mind like a torrential downpour. Each step echoed with a haunting familiarity, pulling me closer to a truth I had long buried.
The air was heavy, thick with anticipation, as if secrets were waiting to be unveiled.
In the distance, I see a figure standing amids the shadows. It was him, my father, his presence casting a soft glow that seemed to defy the darkness surrounding us.
His shirt, soaked in blood, bore the haunting evidence of the violence. The crimson stains had dried, leaving a bloody pattern etched into the fabric while blood dripped from his fingers staining his pants.
Although I can't see him clearly I ran to him and jumped in his arms, ignoring the patterns of blood on his shirt I settle in his chest.
He groaned in pain.
Is he hurt?
With each passing moment, his features became clearer, etching themselves into my memory like a masterpiece. I feel at peace, no more wars, no more bloodshed. Everything would end here and we will live a normal life.
In that moment I am filled with safety and comfort. In certainty that we will return home and eat our favorite curry chicken and rice mommy prepared for us all to eat as a family.
We don't have much but mommy always seh "Likkle is much when God is in it"
"Daddy we a guh home now?" I questioned, desperately waiting for the three letter word 'yes' to leave his mouth.
