Sweet, Sweet Jamaica 01 I was sleep in my room, having the best dream ever. my birthday was today and I wasnt planning on going to evening school so I slept. ma wasnt going to be home until around 4 anyway. shes my life. without her I wouldnt be here right now. I know youre wondering, wheres my father? When I was two. he died right in front of me. someone from di gaza empire shot him in the head because he wanted my father to buy a juice from him. I ran home and got ma ma. She passed out in my arms. every since then, weve been on our own. The only memory I have of him is a picture he took when he went to the U.S for extra support. that day was his first and last day home. A few hours went in, it was around 3:30 pm. Mommy bursted through the door. Get up heaven. we haffi go. she rambles through my drawers and grabs my clothes. why ma ma? she pointed in my face, yuh nuh question athourities! she said in her island accent and runs in her room. her bags were already packed. mi say hurry up yuh suh slow like turtle!! she grabs my luggages and starts stuffing my clothes in them. I jump up and grab my picture of my father and put it in my bra. I close the luggages and headed for the door. In jamaica we didnt wear shoes like that. put pon shoes yuh sum crazy enuh!! I put on my shoes and ma ma drove us to the airport. I started crying, ma where we a go!? she got out the car and got the bags, its ok baby. We get into the airport and sit down. mama gets up and goes to the lady at the line, and she looks at passports in my momma hand. she stamps a couple of other things and comes back to sit down. After an hour weve been sitting in the airport. Yuh hungry? Baby? I could get yuh some chesters. I smiled, No ma ma im fine. she looked at me, Yes you are. And you look tired. Lay down pon mi chest baby. She started to lay my head down, no mama im fine! she started tearing up, baby I know its your birthday and Im so sorry that this had to happen! I promise I will make it up where we are going. I will get a better job and we will have a better house. she moves my curly long hair to the back of my ear constantly, mommy its ok its not your fault. The monitor interrupted us, Flight from Kingston, Jamaica to Compton, California United States of America. Ma ma jumped up, come on baby. she grabbed my hand and our bags. We went out back to the plane. as we aboarded the plane, there was a white man with weird clothing and glasses on. mommy whos that? she slapped my hand and whispered, Heaven! yuh nuh point at di person you try fi get gunshot!? I rubbed the back of my hand, sorry. I said to her as we aborted the plane. We sat on the plane and I noticed we were high up off the ground. I was afraid of heights.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 03:14:57 +0000
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