..continue-ing..

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'''at the tone,,, the time will be 1-pm ... sunday....... beep...''
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Old-man, my 12-year old mentor just dropped by
to hang out
chill
while the rain continues to fall ... falling a likkle harder now.

Old-man chattin' with me & landlord
.....Old-man has a likkle garden with gungo peas, callaloo AND he has two goats.

* sigh *

WHAT was I doing when i was 12....????....
ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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when Old-man took me mango hunting
i was constantly amazed at his actions, movements, how he *flex*

every now and then,
he would STOP
...pause
......look around.
........survey the surround-ings
............listen
in deep deep

d
e
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p concentration ----- as if he was working out some kind of calculus problem

we'd go along the winding paths
in the bush
..grass growing head-high in some areas
.....rocky paths
.......muddy paths

we'd come to an area,
under a few mango trees
....mangos all over the ground
.......just like landlord said it was:::>> '''...mangos like water..''

to me,
all the mangos
look fine.

but to Old-man
there were only certain ones he *wanted*

we might find 30-40 mangos on the ground
and he'd only *select* one or two

me no know what was wrong with the other 36-38

:-(
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dem looked fine to me

* sigh *

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on we went
hunting.
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BUT,
every now and then the child thing-y would pop-up
in Old-man's behavior

he'd be several paces ahead of me
.....and then i didn't see him

:-(

i continue.
....then:::>> he'd SUDDEN-ly *appear*

him playing hide & seek with me
...trying to frighten me
....as he hid behind a tree
.......or crouched behind the tall grasses

glad he didn't freighten me
'cause if he did
i SURE would have tumbled down the hillside
down
down
down into one of the gullys,,,... over the hillside with the 85-degree slop

can you imagine..??..:::>>> me rolling down the hillside, falling on my machette

...to be continued...