"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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"Oh! So you a mechanic? A dat yuh use man money go a Uwi go do?!"I jerked at that voice, his palms opened, ready to swing. "Yuh wah me box yuh inna yuh face?!"
It was my ex boyfriend Djimon, in front of all these people. I pretended I didn't know him and looked away.
He sat next to me.
"So nuh dung a hospital yuh fi deh? Weh yuh sit dung a clinic a do?" his big arms coiled around me and hooked the clinic bench.
"We lef, yuh forgot?" I asked quietly.
"Me ever agree to dat?" his eyes cold. "Eeeh?"
His breath on my neck, wasn't gentle. One of his classic threats, dressed up as intimacy.
"Me affi get back every money's worth. And any how me find out yuh really a look man, two a uno a go a Delapenha!"
I ignored that.
"Why yuh deh a Clinic?"
I missed my period. Cya' mek a wasteman trap me when me see a better man.
I have another issue too weh a big 30 year old bwoyy cyaa' fix.
"Yuh def?" he gripped my arm. "Mi ask you a question eno. Why yuh deh ya?"
"Come check if yuh gimme nuh disease and gone to yuh next victim," I still didn't look at him.
He kept giving me a side eye for a good minute. "Who drive the Crown?"
