"Ah yuh decide fi tek set pon mi enuh" I scream at him.
"Yuh sick inna yuh head Sarai? Two ah we know seh ah lie yah tell" he retorts with a sinister smile.
Shame ah kill mi...
"You knew what I wanted from the very beginning, but instead you decided...
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📍Manchester, Jamaica | Mandeville
A Few Days Later | Saturday, November 5th
9 PM ⏰
Maturing is realizing that you can't always accommodate everyone's expectations and feelings.
Your happiness has to come first.
Society loves to villainize selfishness, but if you don't look out for you, who else aguh dweet?
A suh comes mi stay by miself morewhile...
Nuff people deh a road right now a live dem life fi please people.
Madness.
Life too short fi live fi nobody but miself.
"Bro, yuh wah di sumn fi drink or no?" Tavon questions, waving his hands in front of my face.
I focus my eyes on his body in front of me, blinking to reframe my attention.
"Huh?" I ask, hoping that he'll repeat his question.
My mind deh elsewhere right now...
"Pepsi or Ginger Beer?" he asks, seemingly frustrated.
He takes two bottles into each hand, raising them towards me as he speaks.
"Ginger Beer"
Honestly, water would be best, but it's whatever.
My response is sufficient for him to place my drink of choice down, without pushing for further conversation before disappearing into his kitchen.
Him muss tired a we.
Maxe interjects "Yuh good bro?", he peers over from his seat on the living room couch, "Yuh seem tired, yuh sleep good last night?"
It wasn't unusual for my brother to check in on me, but with Maxe you can't ever be too sure.
"How much yuh need?" I reply, standing from my seat on the bar stool.
Cause a muss money problem reach a him foot...
"Mi cyaa be a concerned sibling? Why it haffi be bout money?" he answers, kissing his teeth.
Walking over to where he's seated, I throw my body down on the sleeper sofa next to him.
"Yuh can blame me? After your twenty-one years of life...yuh track record nuh clean enuh dawg" I retort jokingly, grabbing his neck into a playful headlock.
We break into a tussle, each showing off our strength, trying to overpower the other brother.
"Me ooman a mind me--" he smirks, "nuh need unuh likkle measly money nuh more...wuss unuh fada bruk now" he can't help but laugh at his joke as he fails to release himself from my hold.
