Feb 14 , Wednesday. 9:05PM. 📍: DUIJAI'S RESIDENTS • FALMOUTH • ST JAMES.
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KAJAIRO DUJAY BLAKE | 24
I sat one the couch a spliff between my lips my gaze on my dad who had a bostle of Hennessy in his hand.
Today a mumi 23 year death anniversary and every year on Feb 14 pops drink himself to near death.
For some odd reason I remember every detail from mom's dead and funeral although mia did jus 9 months and it's taken a huge toll on my life.
Pops nuh move on , him stuck pon har everyday him kiss har picture , everyweek him guh a she graveside , him sleep wid a picture a har him eva call her phone jus fi hear har voice.
"Pops yuh nuh think a time fi move on? Find smaddy , try be happy?" I asked moving the weed from my lips my eyes hooded.
"Mi married" He responded drowning down more of the liquid. "Alright , tell mi about har" I sat up resting my chin on my hand.
"Yuh mada is.......was beautiful she have eh best smile which a fade from me mind day by day" A sad smile on his lips as he looked up at the ceiling. "She did love yuh , yuh fuck eventhough yuh first words a did dada" He chuckled as if reliving the memory.
"When-" He paused to swallow hard. "When she get shot mi just propose to har , Not even 5 minutes before" Glass of tears cover his eyes as he tried not to blink.
"Mi hold har inna mi arms while the life drain out of har , she gave you a kiss on the lips before turning to me and her last words where "I love you so- fucking much baby maybe this a just the End a we story" He took a deep breathe his voice cracking.
I blinked my eyes a few times trying to force my tears back as I watched my father break down trying to control his breath.
"Yuh mada a eh only woman mi eva love , Mi wait months before proposing mia plan it fi months only fi she dead the same day , mi neva get fi see har inna a wedding dress" He laughed sarcastically shaking his head.
"And the worst part , a mi did fi dead , but eh bullet ketch she and a smaddy she know dweet"
Har ex. Pops kill him the same night cut him up limb by limb.
"Morewhile mi which a did me instead but den mi think bout the fact dat a she woulda a guh tru dah pain yah and mi hate eh thought" He turned the bottle to his lips.
"Done now" I got up stretching to take the bottle from his hands. "Kai jus mek mi have yah moment yah please , life nuh mek sense mi wah be wid yuh mada" Strings of tears falling from his eyes.
