Tower Of Babel

Hail up! Went walking last nite and had a damn good sleep that was not interrupted by the pager! Hence, all systems feel good this morn. Guess you can see by the title here that it is going to be a jumbled entry. No, there really is no relationship between football, phones and Vit S…..but so what? This is my blog, I call the shots!

This evening at 7:30, I’ll be at the stadium watching the Boyz kick ass (and some ball too we hope). Whose ass? Honduras! So, it will be good fun watching and sipping some brew while the goals are scored in the opposition’s net by the Reggae Boyz. Mad Bull , I wonder if the Solja Bwoy is going? I must give him a shout on him cell.

Speaking of cell phones, it is no secret that Digicel has made a big sweep in the market here and in a number of other Caribbean territories. I too was attracted by their good marketing strategies and made the switch from C&W. Well, Digi has indicated that they will be offering land line service by the end of the year. Well, I can’t wait! Assuming that they can come up with a better priced package than the present C&W land lines, I will be only too happy to make the switch again, as the price of C&W’s service is rapidly sucking my balls dry, and not in the good way that that is done either! There’s nothing that is good for business than some healthy competition. Here’s to the death of the monopoly on land line service by tiefing C& bumbo claat W!

Last but not least by any means, if you are a female who feels that your desire for Vit S is not up to par, you might want to take a prips of this article. What I found interesting is that the successful blue pill, Viagra, is mentioned here as helping to get women in the mood too. I did notice that in another article I saw recently while looking at skin (yes, I’m a dermatologist in case you forgot) in a Penthouse magazine! Good stuff that blue pill is eh?

Anyway, that’s about it from me now, let the balls roll this evening and hopefully, I will be able to post about the win for the Boyz later or tomorrow. Off to get ready for work so that I can pave the way for footbaaall lata to rass!

I suppose I must admit that I have been fortunate thus far in life……I cannot say that I know what true hunger or starvation feels like. As a child growing up into a young adult, I was supported by my parents. I left high school and went into university and as a result of a number of years of study, I can manage to make a living to support myself. No, I’m not showing off, jus a chat facts. Shit could have befallen me like anyone else, and I could be walking the streets of Kingston in a dutty tear up piece o shorts with my family jewels dangling for all to see waiting at traffic lights to beg a money or wipe a man windscreen. Such is the nature of life.

What the hell is this post about? One of my colleagues at work said she went to Hellshire recently to have fried fish and festival. Always worth the effort. However, as I have said here before, as much as I think that the fish is irie nuh rass, the begging and hassling that one has to put up with when out there, is a definite deterrent for me…..I don’t know ’bout anybody else, but the hassling detracts from the potential enjoyment that one gets from going out there to chill.

My friend said that she arrived there on the Sunday morn at about ten oclock with her husband and a friend who was visiting from Trinidad. She said that her hubby who loves his food did well raw! (was very hungry) Now, she says that they have a lady that they usually buy their fish from, and they were mekking a beeline for her stall. However, as they alighted from their car, another fish vendor was touting them to buy fish from him. “Boss….. me have snapper, parrot, lobster……me cook it up fe you any way yuh want. Fry, steam, ’scoveitch, roast.” Of course, he was saying this while tekking a draw off his ever present bighead spliff! My friend’s hubby replies, “No rude bwoy, we have a lady who we always buy from still. Is alright. If anything, anodda time. Seen?”

The vendor pleads his case, “Dads, me will gie a good price yuh nuh….nutten naw gwaan fe me still. Look how me dress shabby. De pickney dem haffi go school and no dollas naw run!” Again my friend’s husband says, “You nuh hear me man, me seh we cool. A next time man,” getting a bit annoyed at his persistence. The vendor then gets down on his knees and blurts out a plea….”In de name of Jesus, buy some fish from me nuh!” With that, I think the gravity of his situation hit rock bottom and they came to a compromise. Apparently they were to take some fish back home for a relative, so they decided that they would buy those from him.

As serious as the situation with the fish vendor was, when my friend was telling me the story, we all had a good laugh at it. It does go to show that we all have different issues in our lives that we have to sort out. I might complain about the amount I earn and say that most of it goes into payment of bills. Others may say that if they were to earn what I pay in taxes they would be happy. Someone else might simply want to find a job in order to be able to buy food. It is all relative….yuh nuh seeit? Thank God for my job, for food and for life….things could be a lot worse. Have a cool day!

It is pretty, nuh true? Yeah, it is a picture of a Poinciana tree I took long ago when I had started blogging. I posted it previously, but I’m sure y’all haven’t seen it before. So, enjoy. (This is my offering to make up for the mood of the post below!) Lata.

Yes bredrens, it is Monday again to rass! The day that means back to the grindstone of work after the weekend. The sound of the hum of cars in the distance while I sit here is testimony to that. People hurrying to get their offspring to school trying to beat the morning traffic. So different to yesterday. I just love the relatively slower and more casual pace of weekends. Anyhow, we don’t have another ’till five days hence. I wonder what this work week will bring?

Mine started with the phone ringing at minutes to seven this morning….luckily, I had the cordless sitting on top of the toilet tank behind me. Yes, I was in the middle of a crap and reading the newspaper….a moment that one does not really wish to be disturbed. “Hello”, I answer, still sounding as if I am in bed…..turns out it was the wrong number! I hang up and continue with the shyte. The blood cleat phone rings again, interrupting the morning quiet of the house. I answer again, sounding even more pissed……only to hear the pleasant sound of my boss apologizing for calling so early. Unfortunately, she has two meetings to attend this morning, so I must go ahead with the Ward round until she can join us. Ok.

Guess you can surmise seh me nuh inna de work mood dis mawnin at all…..anyway, it will pass.

Last nite, I went to check my cousin Sprigadee. Rass bwoy, she has a dog there that likes nobody but the people who live in her house. He is one blood thirsty mofo…. that beast once came at me and was actually following me into the car so that he could extract his pound of flesh! So, whenever I’m going up there, I call ahead to tell them to lock up or tame the animal!

Chatted with her and her Mom for a couple hours. Nuff of our family members have friggrey a deal wid…. I have helped those that I can, but eventually you get to a point where you yourself don’t have much more to offer. Life does have its ups and downs people….you jus haffi work wid it and try to clean up the crap when it comes along.

Nevertheless, as I have managed to phuck up your Monday morning high, let me see if I can do another post to make up for this entry. Try have a good day at work, seen?

Well, first off for the non-Jamdowners, labrish is a Jamaican colloquial term meaning to chat. So, this post is about some interesting chat.

Good company, good food and liquor are some of the basic ingredients that one needs in order to have a good labrish. Such was the recipe last nite. A small group of two dudes and one female went to dinner and feasted. On returning home, the conversation over some good VX got into male-female human relationships. Of course, the business of extramarital affairs was pretty high on the list. Why is it that she stays with her husband when she knows that he has other women with whom he has children? How does the girlfriend feel when he leaves her home late at night in order to return to the matrimonial home? What does wifey say to him when on a regular basis he is coming home at 3AM? (Not much if you ask me.)

All sorts of situations were discussed. Some of the time, the two of us guys were saying that for a lot of men, the pums (sex) was the deciding factor that keeps him coming back when he is with a woman who his peers may not consider to be his equal. She might jus a gie him some wikid slam a night time!

In other situations when as an outsider looking on, one wonders, “Why is such a nice girl with that drug dealing asshole who beats the shit out of her? Why she don’t lef him rass?” Maybe she’s ‘trapped’ and fears that because she knows so much about his wrongdoings that if she was to leave him, him might kill her blood cleat!

After a while, I think I had to conclude that sometimes it is difficult to fully understand why certain male-female relationships continue. The way I see it, the ideal situation in any human relationship is one in which both parties benefit mutually. This is not always the case though. Clearly in many situations there are dynamics that hold people together that outsiders are just not privy to. Think of the situation where a married woman has a chat with her best female friend and discloses to her that things are very rough on the homefront scene with hubby….on the verge of a split. Then in a matter of a few weeks, the next thing her best friend is being told is that she has just discovered that she’s pregnant and how happy they both are about it. Puzzling eh?

After a while the discussion changed a bit and the issue of learning to live with a partner and the differences in habits of men and women were broached. Yes, we know that the average male is an untidy dog. Wherever we drop our underwear, it stays ’till someone (whoever that may be) picks it up. Yes, we leave the toilet seat up after we piss. The hairs are left in the washbasin after we shave. Many people snore keeping their partners awake. Men belch and fart indiscriminately (especially when the ladies are absent. Yes, we do show some sort of respect to the women in our lives.)

I’m not that bad where being untidy is concerned and I can easily understand why a tidy individual will have issues living with an untidy person. The thing is that it is only the tidy soul that gets all upset when things are messy….as the untidy guy is not bothered one damn by the fact that there is dirty underwear hanging on the door of the bathroom etc.

Anyhow, this post doesn’t have much structure. Consider it more of a ‘filler’ as me nuh have nutten else to write. All told, the labrish was sweet and kept us up ’till about two this morning. So, if the post doesn’t make any sense to you, a so it go sometime.

What is it that pisses you off most about your partner’s habits? Do you think you’ll ever get them to change? My opinion…..doubtful. Learn to accept people for what they are….and if you love them, their dirty underwear, smelly farts, obsessively clean bathrooms and all else is secondary….all in the name of that four letter word….LOVE! Have a nice Sunday.

We have been having wet weather for the last few days, seems there is some front or suppem in the area. This morning was no different….grey with rain. I didn’t mind as I lazily got up at about eight this morning to make some tea and get a hold of the novel I have been reading called, “The Runnings” by a Jamaican author……D. Wong Ken. It is a thriller about a Jamaican lawyer. The author captures many aspects of Jamaican life very well. The lawyer certainly is a gyallist……my yute got involved in some bed sessions that would mek any man jealous! In addition, the aspects of corruption in the Jamaican political system are brought out well in the story. I give it a thumbs up…if they made a movie of it, I’m sure it would be a success. Respec due to Mad Bull for recommending it. (My yute get suppem right fe once….jus cool rude bwoy!) Since getting out of bed, I’ve basically been glued to the story. Finished it while having some red peas soup for lunch….that was good too. But, as is normal with red peas….dem mekking nuff noise now!

Anyway, the rains seem to have checked now, making for a cool evening….sounds like good weather fe go hold a walk. Other than than, nutten much a gwaan still. Tek it easy.

Hail up people. I didn’t post yesterady…..nutten worthy. In addition, I was tiyad to rahtid and didn’t reach home until after nine. So after holding a fresh, I slippped under the sheets and read another chapter of novel that has been holding my attention. It nice you see? Jamaican story. Anyway, it wasn’t long before the book fell from my hands and woke me up, so I just turned in.

Today heralds the start of another weekend…Fridays are always welcome when I’m not on call. The Gleaner never gave me anything to link a post to. That may be good still, some pretty rough shit has been happening here, like the Chopping Frenzy that Mad Bull linked yesterday. That one tough nuh rass!

So, I moved over to Yahoo’s Oddly Enough, and found suppem…well two little articles in fact.

The first has to do with that chain of restaurants in the US called Hooters. I think in my trips to the States, I have been to Hooters only once. I was taken there to eat by two bredrens before we hit the town and cruised a few ‘gentlemans clubs’ ’till about 4AM the following morning. Good stuff! I guess Hooters was just a way to get some eats and set the mood for later the night……you see at Hooters, the waitresses are dressed in some very short shorts and a little top…..quite easy on the eyes. From the amount of men that were there, I could see it was a popular place amongst men to eat on a Friday night before heading out on the town.

I guess if as a woman you apply for a job as a waitress at this chain of restaurants, you are aware that you’ll have to comply with the mode of dress at work. If not, then don’t apply for the job. However, I don’t think applicants would be happy to know that unknown to them, they were being filmed partially or totally naked after being told to change into the uniform as part of the interview process. As much as I might appreciate being served by a shapely young woman at this establishment, the guy who filmed these girls unknown to them a deal wid friggery if you ask me. Good that the chain has stated that this is not part of their normal interview process.

On a different note, it is well known that people’s depth of sleep vary. I generally consider myself a light sleeper. That can change, however, if I have had some VXs….when I hit the sack after having a few rums I can sleep very soundly. I doubt that even after having a few though that someone could break into my home drunk, enter my bed and fall asleep himself and I did not discover this until after he had been drawing some snores himself! The thought of that is just frightening. Anyway, this burglar sounds like what we might refer to as ‘petty tief’ here. At least nobody was injured or killed by him.

Guess you can see that I don’t have much to share after writing such a fart post. Anyway, ah so it go sometime. TGIF people. Have a irie one.

HOPE

How did she get here?
How did she find this place?
There’s darkness all around her
Shock plainly on her face.

Hope has all but faded
Numbness seemingly all around.
Has joy left forever?
Will she every find even ground?

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The Voices

The voices speak
They call my name
I try to ignore
They call just the same.

There’s no one here
To hear my pain
As the voices speak
And call my name.

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Well, last night I went into bed at about tennish. After reading a novel for about half an hour my eyelids became heavy and I switched off the lights. I later in the night had a dream, the details of which will soon follow.

Now, did I ever tell you that I learned to drive on a VW Bug? Yes bredrens. We had a light blue 1972 Volkswagen Bug that was my Mother’s car at the time. It was a very versatile vehicle and we got a full twenty two years service out of the little beetle. In my teens I started to drive it mostly under Mummy’s supervision and occasionally Daddy’s. When I was about 17, even though I could drive well and had not gone to get my driver’s licence yet, I was actually allowed to drive the car just inside the area in which I lived….at that time mostly around to the yard where Mad Bull lived at the time to go check him. (Yeah, we did frequent each other’s houses.) Now, even though his road was the one parallel to mine, I would frequently take the longer route to get there in order to get a longer drive and rev the rass outta the cyar like any young bwoy would. Never mind the fact that it was an old VW….dat shit could move and it was far better than walking, you nuh seeit? It was even the intention to pass by some girl’s yard while driving sometimes in order to mek an impression…if you know wha me a chat bout.

Anyway, I have some pretty fond memories of that car as I became a ‘man bout town’ (came of age) in it. Now I just recalled the day I picked up a skid in it while mi partner in crime was inna de cyar wid me and we had a rahtid time trying to beat out a dent that I put in the front bumper…..it never worked BTW!

Last night, I had a dream about the VW. Apparently, I had got a ‘borrows’ off the cyar and had gone to visit some girl in it. The place where she lived was much further than I was apparently allowed to go in the car….I was told to stay within the area I lived! Yeah….right.
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