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📍HAMBANI ESTATES, KINGSTON 6
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اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
There's a video of Kash going viral. Distracted, one hand with my phone, the other struggling with the clothes basket I shout from the washroom.
"Nickoi why dis have yuh name allllllllll over it!?" I lean on the dryer. He's playing some sort of gun game. The shots echoing from the living room.
"Wah me do?" he's now at the door.
"Wah this?" I finally laugh, he reaches for the phone, I watch as his arched eyebrows squishes together.
I switch on my next leg, hand resting on my waist.
Watch him face too!
"Who dem people ya?" he looks up at me.
"Who yaw fool?" I pucker my lips. Yasir, who's creeping, climbs up under Nickoi's legs and approach me.
I smile at him. "Yazzz.."
Though my attention is still on Nickoi, I gently play in his curly hair, his small arms curls around my thigh.
"Mi nuh know dem," Nickoi continues.
I playfully slap him. "Move man," I laugh. He chuckles and walk out, plopping down in the sofa getting back to his game.
I look back at the clothes and a thought comes to me.
But look how me lef me mother yaad come a wash man clothes.
Nosa!
A love cause dem breed a caylesness yah??
It look so.
Looking to the side, I spot Yasir's tiny leg up climbing into the bath in the half powder room.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
No...Yasir get down," he turns with a smile. Smiling too, I lift him up and place him at the side.
What a lucky thing mi see him. Next thing yuh hear say me a the evil step mother and the witch of all witches.
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