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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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