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Some of you's are probably *wondering* why i'm not at the grave-diggin'

change of plans
as frequently happens in Jamaica

i'll explain later,
at another time

Today's Walk to Lucea-Town, from mi-yard

after a relaxing morning at mi-yard,
i gathered my gear,
to begin the 30-minute stroll to town

weather nice
gentle Christmas breeze was breeze-ing
sun hot
shade cool

i saw a young neighbor lady,
sitting roadside,
under an ackee,
waiting for a taxi-to-town

since i was walking,
she opted to join me.

this young-lady,
some of you boardies may remember::::>>> she's depicted in an old-old photo of mine called "..Laundry Day.." --- somebody should post that pic ... 'tis one of my favorites.

she/I/we strolled to town
chattin' along the way
..me catching up on the latest in the neighborhood

she:::>> beggin' for this & that

first she wanted Ja$500

* sigh *

mi-SAY::>> "..Don't have it.... I'm waiting for my money to come to WesternUnion.."

then,
she ask did i bring any gifts, etc from-foreign for her and others

mi-SAY:::>> "..Yep..!!.... sure did .... BUT, Jamaican Customs-folks took it all .... they said what i brought, had in my bags, was contraband, and not allowed..."

she said something(s) in Patois, kinda like "..Bumba-something,,,, and me being '..mean..' ,,, me not being easy (whatever that means)

that Jamaican language is difficult to unna-stan most times, for me
...i tell 'em ALL the time:::>> "..I don't speak Patois,,, so i don't unna-stan nutin' you saying to me.."

* sigh *

so it goes

was a nice walk
lots of back & forth
friendly chatter-ing

At one point,
she said:>> "...Let's take the short-cut.."

huh??... what short-cut...?..

she led me off the main road,
into an overgrown dirt path
which twisted and turned
round & round,
down & down


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