Tower Of Babel

Yow bredrens. Wah a gwaan? (Hail friends. Whats up?) Well, I suppose you can tell from that introduction that I feel irie at the moment. The weekend just gone wasn’t too bad. Saturday I was on call and spent a fairly long time sorting the ward out at the hospital. In the night I chilled down by Mad Bull’s yard. It was nice, we bought some Chinese food which we all enjoyed. I also had fun playing with MBJr (Mad Bull and Natty’s son….my Godson). Eventually, we could see he wanted to sleep, but appeared to be fighting it, so I tried to help them out by reading stories to him. That appeared to be going well until he suddenly jumped up and started to play again. Eventually, Natty had to follow him into bed and use her motherly touch to induce slumber.

You know, when I see that little boy it stimulates my reproductive urges. Yeah man. About a week or so ago, I was chatting with Mad Bull and told him that the paternal bug a bite me! I even went as far as saying that if I found a nice woman who did not want to marry but I thought would make a good Mother I would probably dive into the baby making business (even though I would really prefer to be married). And of course, like any other male, you done know if I have any say, is a yute (boy) I would prefer. Anyway, whatever God decides, I would accept any child of either gender…but I am making this sound as if a woman somewhere is carrying my unborn child….nutten nuh go so (as far as I’m aware.) But, point is, the Father urge is indeed biting…gotta get these genes into the next generation soon. We shall see.

Yesterday I did some final work in preperation for my flashing out on de morrows! Yes people, today when I drive out of the hospital, I man deh pon leave! Blood cleat…it feel sweet you see! Tomorrow I fly to Aruba and then on Sunday I will jet into Florida, my stomping grounds. Should be an irie trip. I hope to have some good posts and pictures to share with you all on my return. In other words, forgive me if I don’t check your blog and lick some comments for a few weeks.

Last night I went down by my cousin Legal Aid and his wife Eye Doc. They had a small lime at the yard with some of their bredrens, all of whom I knew from long ago. Had some drinks and shared a few jokes, good stuff.

Now Legal Aid told us this one (true story) about a prank that one of their friends had played on them while he was away in the US studying a number of years back. Legal Aid’s roomate at the time, who is also Jamaican was there last night. The phone in their room back then rang and his friend who I’ll call Tall and Dark and answered. Eventually, he heard him saying, “No. Nothing like that. Who are you? Where did you get this number?.” He kept repeating this until eventually he hung up. Soon the person called back, on hearing the same voice he gave the phone to Legal Aid. This is what he heard. A male voice saying, “I want to lick you all over and rub you down in massage oil………and I would like to have the tall dark Jamaican please!” Legal Aid told him that neither of them were into such stuff and eventually he put the phone down. They both started to wonder how this person got their number out of the blue. Suddenly, the phone rings again. It is one of their friends. He calls to ask them if they got any strange calls. “Yes. How so? Why?” Their friend explains that two nights before, a group of them were out drinking at a night club. One of the guys had to go hold a crap. As he was well unda two juice (quite drunk), while on the throne, he saw a lot of telephone numbers written on the wall of the toilet cubicle, with the “For a good time” caption above the numbers. He added Legal Aid’s number to the list! Well, Legal Aid and his roommate went to the same place, found the toilet and realized that their number was practically etched into the wall. Beside it was written, “Tall Dark well hung Jamaican Guys!” Well, they did not stop until they defaced it from the wall. We all found it funny. Legal Aid and his friend now laugh at it in retrospect. They were pretty pissed off at the time though. The alcohol on board made it even funnier to listen to.

I’m going to leave you with another. A male dog’s view of the world. Legal Aid’s cousin Jamdown Canadian who was also there last night, says that male dogs have a simplistic approach to the rest of the world. Whatever they encounter in the world they can only do three things with it. Eat it, failing that if its not edible, the dog can phuck it, and if not, they lift their back leg and piss on it. Simple enuff, nuh true? Hope I provided you with some chuckles to kick the Monday morning blues.

Doubt that I will post again tonight friends as I have the task of packing (which I hate) to do later. Wish me safe flights tomorrow nuh. Keep the blog fires burning till I get back. Easy nuh.

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