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🔷🔹Klaus Simmons POV🔹🔷
Tuesday, June 28th
Bullet Community, Downtown Kingston
1:20 pm
"How much time yuh Mada affi guh call mi up here?" I ask my voice low and stern.
"Bout the second time this we a come up here to yuh" I state tapping my finger against the juvenile's chest.
Nuh waah touch him too hard but
fada God mi nuh know weh wrong wit dem likkle wannabe be badman boy pickney ennuh cause why would you waah fi fight off yuh mada when she a try protect yuh from doing wrongs.
"Oyyee, A yuh mi a chat to" I shout having to affi grab him inna him chest and shake him, yuh coulda see the fear a tek ova him body.
"Chat to mi the same way yuh did a loud up pon yuh mada," I say jerking him.
"Mi neva did a try fight har," he says shaking in fear.
Yuh know seh him probably neva did a try fight har, knowing Jamaican mothers a suh them seh once yuh loud up yuh voice remind mi a mine.
"Bredda a the last time mi a come up here, the next time me a mek the man dem beat yuh since yuh wah badmanship tek up yuh book and try stop follow yuh dunce friend dem and lowe out the wrongdoings," I say my voice coming out firm and serious as I let go his shirt and slap him inna him back as him go inna him house.
"Thanks, Choppie, A nuff time mi affi chat to him and him nuh pay mi no mind, mi just cash bother with him", voices the poor and stressed to her limit mother.
Looking down at this short dark skin woman all I see is a woman worried that her son would take up bad company that would lead him straight to his grave early or confined him to a prison cell fi the rest of his life.
"Nuh worry mums, him nah go give yuh nuh more, trouble" I reassure as a slide 20 grand inna har hand.
Quickly walking away before she can protest and seh she no waah it. I walk to my car and get in driving away.
As I listen to 1uptown by bayka a call comes in from Bulla mi bad chargie.
"Yow, mi don the ting yuh tell mi fi look pon it nah gwaan gud" His voice fills the car.
"Weh yuh mean it nah gwaan gud, bulla?" yuh si why mi no mek man do things fi mi, mi dweet mi self
"Bredda mi guh dung deh and mi no see no work a gwaan just bay man sidung and a bun weed and drink" A mussi joke him a mek cause mi caah a send my money go give man fi dem drink it out and no work nah gwaan.
"Bulla badman mi no deh pon the joking ting cause mi know yuh love friggery" right now mi a get heated and feel like mi woulda mek a one duppy cause dis caah real.
"Choppie yuh know mi nuh lie dem way deh serious ting mi bredda"the seriousness evident inna the man voice
" Ahh, ago mek a one page round deh link mi" I inform him before ending the call. Mi duh an illegal u-turn go back inna mi community.
A swear it look like Jamaican people no love the peace it come in like seh them love problems always cause how mi ago give a bagga man a job fi betta themself and mek a big food and yuh a come style man like yuh feel seh a likkle pickney ting mi deh pon.
Turning into the site that supposed to deh pon heavy construction a bay 1,1 block mi see and mi coulda swear seh the man dem tell mi seh them deh half-way pon the thing.
Stepping out of the car mi see every man stand straight like a soldier and panic cause them neva a expect fi see mi, me only come yah so once a month cause mi di trust them man yah fi do the thing gud and done since ago benefit the people dem inna fi dem community.
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