"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...
Shy or bold boys?🍒 Male readers, ik y'all are silent readers.
Orange, St. James Saturday, Sept 25 12:06 PM
AMNIJA KLARITY OTTOMAN ᴀᴍᴏʏ
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Nana was cussing me out, calling me a house-rat just because I told her I wasn't going to the market with her. She said all I ever do is eat, sleep, shit, and lydung inna phone.
Her exact words.
"Nana, yuh know everybody! Mi cya bother fi you a stop, stop everywhere!" I whined, slumping on the hassock.
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Her room was spotless. If I wanted this day to be my last day breathing, I put my ass on her bed.
Even sofa was off limits.
She took up her ophelia, spraying her blouse with short, sharp bursts. I wrinkled my nose at the smell, but I knew better than to say anything.
"A lazy yuh lazy enuh!" she placed it back, turning her attention to me.
This lady had the fanciest colognes on her dresser as souvenir that she got from relatives overseas, yet she chose to cheap up the place with her Ophelia.
"A lazy yuh lazy make yuh nuh wah guh a market!" she snapped, reaching for her market bag.
Jezaaaz Christ!
"How me lazy nana?" I asked, lowering my voice as her sharp gaze pinned me. My words slowed, almost cautious, I knew not to sound like I'm arguing with her.
"Angieeee!" she shouted from the window, calling her nosey neighbor.
I screwed up my face, but quickly relaxed it once she turned around.
"Oyeeeeee!" She responded loudly, surrounded by buckets and piles of clothes as she washed in her backyard.
"Come here deh," Nana walked out of the room, now on the veranda.
