"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
The Same Day | Wednesday, October 12th
6:45 PM ⏰
I'm always the first to make a joke about serious shit.
A juss suh me cope.
If me nuh laugh, me bawl, and dat cyaa happen.
Over time though, shit catches up to you.
No matter how jovial or even borderline sadistic me wah be, I have to face some shit head-on.
We all do.
Life nah guh leggo you until you deal wid it.
"Personally, me nuh think seh yuh inna di wrong...dem been a fuck wid yuh" I tell Sarai, throwing my arm over her shoulder.
I've always liked Sarai, a me parri dis from a taller time, suh me nuh like when dem push her round certain way.
"Chro, dem love draw me out enuh Maxe, den paint me like me a some mad ooman...like dem nah push me button dem" she replies, propping Lailah higher on her hip.
We're in the backyard, the three of us, and Cyrus.
After everything that's unfolded, it was better we separated her from the ton.
"But is like dem nah see di pree, people nuh know seh yah walking bomb?" Cyrus jokes, lightening the mood.
"As dem fuck up, yuh bum up"
He earns a laugh from Sarai, and for the first time since day light, she finally cracks a smile.
Some things just don't change.
"Fuck dem expectations fi real," she says, shaking her head.
"Nuh care bout not a soul, cause a me only a trod dis road by miself, me naave nobody fi look fi me" Her voice cracks near the end, but she brushes it off.
"A me baby alone me care bout, as long as she good, me good...no matter how dem wah try paint me, I'm a mother first, and that's always been me"
She begins to shake her leg, her frustration growing with every passing second.
"Me know a suh yuh feel," Cyrus begins to say, motioning for her to sit on the chair next to him.
She doesn't protest, blowing a gust of air through her lips as she steadies Lailah on her lap.
"But memba seh yuh have di two a we," he pauses, stopping to gesture to himself and me, "then yuh have Amina, Mel and di whole crew...yuh have people who love and care for you Sarai."
"Saying shit like dat out loud will only further convince yourself of dis false loneliness, anuh yuh alone mama"
