"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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KWES NA'JOUR BOAZ ᴋᴡᴇѕ
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"Kush?"
Pressing the stereo down, I looked outside at the little youth standing at the window, he had a scar under his eyes, his friend a little taller.
"Buss wi nuh?" he tilted his head.
I started laughing. I stopped when I noticed that this lil nigga wasn't joking. He had a sprayground with weed tied in small poly bags.
He was so short. I had to look over the window to see his lil ass.
"Yah do wid this?" I didn't know his age, but he was clearly a kid. For such a young youth, I respected his ambition and drive, but I'd hate if he made the mistakes I made.
"Mi mother a struggle with me and mi sister me G and mi wah guh a school a mawning. If mi nuh do this she a guh call over mi wasteman father weh just want har fron—"
I stopped him.
This shit was too close to home. I would be a hypocrite if I told him not to find a way to help his mom and sister. I did the same. Now this name, Kush stuck with me.
"You a how much?" I squinted my eyes at him.
"9," he told me, I started laughing as I shook my head. This was even worst. What I look like leading someone's kid down the wrong path?
