𝙰 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚢𝚊𝚕 (𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗) 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.
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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐀𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞, a confident and bold young athlete with a sharp wit and a fearless attitude. She's kn...
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🎀ᴀғᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ🎀
Rum?, ano fi we.
"Nuh you ave heart problems and run gone guh tek up wah yuh cyah manage"
"Ello unuh tap e noise a mi head" mommy complained before laughing at our misery.
We all sat around the counter with our heads laid on the counter, groaning and whining.
"Bout unuh a drink rum" uncle enter the kitchen, also laughing at our misery.
"Nuh tek up wah unuh cyah angle"
"Uncle shut up nuh"
"Ello nuh start pon mi eno" he strod behind my mother and reach his hand over her shoulder and took up a fry plantain. He ran when she was about to hit him.
"Ello, unuh tek e pill and eat dis and e wul a unuh tap e noise a mi head" she said while placing down 4 plates in front of all of us.
"Unuh sure unuh ago good by time unuh fi guh movie?" I didn't look up from devouring my meal.
"Yeah" Moya paused to respond when no one did and then went back to eating.
"Calm dung, nuh bada choke"
Why him nuh guh look fi him gyal dem.
"Foodie, mi did waah talk to yuh bout sumn but e look like you a ded suh when yuh feel betta link mi and wi talk" he spoke after him and my mother finished whispering amongst each other.
