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Vung the blood sucker

 One mid day, when the grey clouds covered the orange sun, and sprinkles of tropical raindrops made silver droplets on the green leafs. I was sitting in the drawing room reading a book when I heard banging on the front door, “Andy, Andy, you dey mon?” I dropped the book and went to the door. It was my buddy Roach, he was about my age, thirteen, light skin, one of those people… we used to call Grenada White. He had an attempt of an afro hairstyle, one that his hair texture did not agree with. He was skinny, just like me but a lot shorter. ‘Dat bloody ligaroo did it, he suck me mudda, I go kill him?” I looked at him and shook my head, “Mon, you real crazy you know, no ligaroo suck you mudda,” I replied “You doh believe me? Mon I thought we were friends,” he said disappointed. Then with marked determination he said, “Lets go!” “Go where?” I asked, Roach was already at the door. I followed him, down the concrete steps outside the house, onto Lucas Street, past the police directing traffic and up the steps to his house. He stopped and whispered, “Look at she neck,” I looked at him, “Buoy, I doh wan look at you mudda neck,” I protested, he frowned, “Mon, jus look at she neck,” He opened the door and walked in, “Mammie I home,” He said and walked into the drawing room. His mother walked out and was a little surprised to see me, “Hey Andy, what all you doing today?” She asked, “Nutton mam,” I said not looking at her. Roach walked up to me and smacked my arm, signaling that I looked at her neck I nudged him with my elbow protesting. Trying to be slick, I looked at her neck and there it was, a mark that looked like someone had sucked on her neck, the middle was real purple and the edges was red. My heart stropped, dear lord, ligaroo suck her real hard.  I immediately headed for the door. “Where are you going?” She asked, I..I…I have to go cook lunch,” I said and walked out. Roach came running after me. “See, I tell you, de ligaroo suck she,” He said. “You duh know dat,” I said walking faster. “If it not a ligaroo den who eh” he asked, I did not respond, “I tell you is dat one name Vung, Jeffrey said dat de other night he saw Vung flying flying over he house and den he go in Mis Steele’s window so he could suck she,” he insisted, “You cawn believe anyting dat boy say,” I retorted, “Mon, you saw it, right on me mudda’s neck, I go get dat Vung. you go go wid me”  I looked at him, he was just as frightened as I was, We all heard stories about the ligaroo, how they would peal their skin off, jump out their window and turn into a ball of fire and climb in people’s window to suck their blood. Vung was a little old man that everybody in the town accused of being a ligaroo. He would walk around, eyes red as blood, smiling menacingly at us kids. He carried a crudely man walking stick with a black piece of cloth tied on the top of it.  I was afraid to confront him, but I did not want to be his next victim. What if he get greedy and suck out all my blood. So later that day, when the sun was setting, Roach and I went up to Market hill where Vung always stood, never saying a word, just giving people evil looks as they walk by. We stood on the other side of the street, Vung saw us, his red eyes not moving, just staring. I looked at Roach, hatred replaced the fear in his eyes like a rain cloud blocking out the moon. He started walking towards Vung. The ligaroo smiled got bigger, Roach approached him, “Leave me mudda alone you devil, you blood sucking Jumbie, leave me mudda alone I say,” Vung was giggle now, his voice like a growl, I took a step back, Roach was determined, he stopped just in front of Vung who was laughing maniacally now, slowly raised his arms and made a cross with it, “Die devil, die! He screamed. Vung took a step forward, Roach was fast, but I did not realize how fast until that day. He turned and took off, Vung looked at me, this time he was not smiling. “Ah put a curse on you liccle buoy.”  I turned and ran as fast as my skinny legs to go. Roach was real happy, he was sure that Vung would die because he heard that if you showed a ligaroo the sign of the cross they would explode. But the next day, Vung was back at his usual spot standing at the top of Market Hill, and ask for Roach’s mother had a new mark on her neck, and she did, the next day and the next and the next. I remember thinking, damn that would had a lot of blood to suck.
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Greeen leaf or Beat down

 At boys school I went to we played a game called Green Leaf. Simple game really,  most of the time it was just two of us playing. The premise is that you have to always have a green leaf on your person or get their ass kicked. I always won, meting out beatdowns regularly. You see I used to always have a green leaf in my pants pocket. That was until one Saturday when Mommy Charles was washing my pants. “Anderson!” She screamed, I always knew that she was angry when she used my full name. Why are dere green leaves in your pockets, now your pants have green stains all over it,”  I went into my bedroom and hid. That Monday, before I could get to a tree to pick a leaf my friend, lets call him Ian, came up behind me and shouted “Ggggggeeeeeennnn LLLleeeaaaaffff!” I took off running, he gave chase, “Ah say green leaf!” I got to the school and tried to hide but he found  and unloaded a barrage of punched onto my arm, I tell you what, for weeks I was not able to raise my arm above my head. That game between me and him lasted for years until he moved to a different school.  A yeah later, on my first day of secondary school, I was looking smart in my new uniform, strutting like a sagabuoy. All of a sudden I head Grrrreeeeennnnnllleeeeaaaffff!” I turned around to see Ian springing towards me, I took off but he caught up with me and blasted me with cuffs. For the next two years we beat each other black and blue. Running through the school, the city, the woods, even if one of us was playing cricket or soccer, when we heard green leaf, time to run.  This continued for two years until Ian moved to Brooklyn, to tell you the truth, I was glad, I was tired of getting my ass beat up everyday. Five years later, I was a married man living in Brooklyn. It was a cold winter day with snow on the ground. I got off the subway and was walking to my job at the Fulton Mall when I head “Gggeeeeenn Leaf!” I thought, man that voice sound familiar. Then I heard someone running, instinctively I took off, slipping and sliding in the snow. Bumping people sometimes pushing them. “I say green leaf!” Ian shouted, laughing, gasping for breath. As I slide across the side walk I thought, what the hell, I am a grown man, this is not h=secondary school. Here I am in New York, running from a grown man as he shouted green leaf. People must think that a dealer was running from his client. I turned around just in time to see Ian slip and fall. He was laughing. He got up and came towards and I braced myself. He lifted both arms and stumbled into me and gave me a bear hug.

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Wha a durty movie, de police dem know?

 We walked in to the theater, two young boys all excited to see the latest Ku Fu movies. I remember it well, it was at the Regal movies theater in Tanteen, I used to love going there. There I was, sitting in the dark, my heart pounding as I waited. I looked down at my lap, one pound bag of warm grounds, check, big box of Chiclets check, bottle of Pepsi Kol…a, check.  The lights dimmed ad a blast of sound erupted from the speakers.  I cracked some nuts and shoveled it into my mouth. Men in traditional Chinese costumes flew through, pow, slam, hi yaaa. A chop here a flying kick there. The crowd roared. Then the theater went black and slowly the movie started. There was a scene of a boat gliding through choppy waters, then the scene panned in, a man stood at the bow of the boat, his had on his waist like a pirate, his chest pushed out. The camera followed the deck and down to the belly of the boat. There were several women in there shackled , I was confused, why are all these white girls in a Kung Fu movie. Where is Silver Fox, Where is Golden Fox, where is Soji, and that funny one we used to can Cawn Set. The boat arrived at an island and the women were hoarded off. Oh the creams the complaining, the bad acting.  They were pushed into a hut that looked more like a 1930s makeshift army barracks. The women huddled up together and devised a plan of escape. Then the movie took a surprising turn, the women confronted the men and before we knew it they were moaning and growing, at first I was shocked, I looked around, everyone else seemed to be in shock also because the theater went into a dead silence. One of the women took her close off and that was when the theater exploded, men were screaming, “Tek it off,” women were scream, “Dat gal is ah slut,”  Dey booming, dey booming!!” I shouted, ground nuts and Chiclets flying everywhere as I bounced up and down in my seat. Rayphie had that look on his face like he was expecting Mommy Charles to walk in and then he would be in big trouble for letting his little brother see this. We sat through the whole movie, well we did not sit, there was a lot of clapping and screaming and shouting, “Dey doing stupidness, oh God dey doing stupidness,” When the movie was done, we walked by people, most of the men had they hands in their pockets, the women with their heads down, walking in shame. That day in school the movie was all the talk, everywhere you went there were groups of boys laughing, making dirty questers, planning to go to the movies. I had never seen boys soi happy in my life. That afternoon we walked by the theater, man, you should see the lines, they were back up on the hill leading to the GBSS school, down the road almost the lagoon. You could taste the anticipation in the air. From the Theater entrance, a road of boos and angry shouts was heard. The crowd parted and through the gauntlet of horny young men walked two police constables with the reels of the forbidden movie clutched in they evil paws. I head curse words I have never heard before and some I have never heard since.
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Crazy Lady is a playa.

Grums stood at the top of the hill, he was dancing only his feet did not move, the upper half of his boy leaned like a coconut tree in strong wind. Then as if the wind pushed him, he stumbled down the mud path, who is grums you may ask, well Grums is the Crazy Lady’s boyfriend, on yes, that woman had a boyfriend. He got little way down the hill and stopped, looked around. A woman and her seven year old son started to walk down the hill behind him, but I do not think he saw them because he unbuttoned his pants, whipped his penis out and began to relieve himself. “Mommy, Mommy, Grums have a little ting!” The boy said pointing, “Boy, you want me to wash you mout out wid soap?” The woman said, turning to Grums, You is ah dutty bastard,” Grums stopped relieving himself and turned to her, “Wuman, you know he like it,” he said, the lady stepped to him and slapped him. Grums staggered back, almost falling. The lady walked away, “You betta run, you betta run!”Grums prancing around like one of them karate fighters he saw in movies. His pants fell to his ankles, he bent over to pull it up and one of the village’s trouble makers ran past him and kicked his naked butt. Grums stumbled forward but by some miracle managed to stay on his feet. He continued stumbling on, he walked past the corn patch and tried to pick a cord, but the corn survived. He walked by the empty field, a goat looked up, still chewing on some weeds. “Wah de hell you looking at?” Grums yelled at it. The goat looked at him. “Wah, you wan fight?” Grums yelled, then lowered his head and charged at the animal. The goat took off. Grums chased, hishead lowered, holding up his pants as he went. The goat got to just befopre the corn patch and stopped, Grums stumbled to a stop. The goat faced him, kicked its back legs and charged. I tell you what, I have never seen Grums move so fast. He ran around the corner next to our house, stopped and looked to make sure the goat was not behind him. He stopped in front of our gate, Hey tall buoy. I go go see me wuman,” he said laughing. “Get away from me gate nah mon,” I said. “Oh you jus jealous, I go go in dey and I go wuk dat ting,” He said gyrating. He was laughing so hard he let go of his pants and they dropped to his ankle, The neighbor on the other side of me laughed as Grums pulled his pants up. “Wey you laughing at?” He said and started to walk towards the man but changed his mind when the man started walking down to him. He got to the front of the Crazy Lady’s house and stopped, swayed back a little then walked up to the front door. Just as he was about to open the door Rasta walked out, yes, Rasta, the Crazy Lady’s new boyfriend. “Who you eh, who you!” Grums screamed, Rasta did not say anything, Crazy Lady stepped out from behind him. “Dat me new boyfren,” “You wah, you wah?” Grums screamed and took a swing at Rasta. Rasta pushed him and he stumbled back into the road. Preacherman walked by, his bible held close to his chest, he stopped looking at Grums, his pants down around his ankle, shouting curse words at Rasta. “You mudda!” Grums shouted, pointing at Rasta. The dreadlock boy ran past Preacherman and pushed Grums, he stumbled back about ten yard and sat in a bush of thorns, the man let out the loudest scream I ever heard. Preacheman ran over and pulled him out of the bushes, “It hurt for so, it hurt for so, tek dem out tek dem out!” He screamed. Some villagers were holding Rasta, Crazy Lady was laughing, and Preacherman was pulling thorns from Grums bare bamsi praying under his breath. I tell you what, I never laughed so hard in my whole life.

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War and Roses

I sat on the verandah looking up at the stars, frogs croaked and the crickets responded. A cat stalked something in the yard, its yellow eyes disappeared into some bushes. Then there was a loud pop, and the dark night turned into orange day. The hills on the other side of the village lit up, the shadow of a bird swooped over the trees. The ra ta tat of AK and M16 rifles erupted, men having an unreasonable conversation. Dogs barked and howled in the village, a baby cried in the house across the street, a lone truck sped by on the True Blue highway. The cat scampered into the bushes behind the house. A helicopter came from the airport and hovered over the hill, a poisonous bug in the orange night. The helicopter unloaded a barrage of death onto the hillside, men shouted, the cows in the field mowed simultaneously. The unreasonable conversation stopped, the man made day began to t relinquish to mother nature’s power, the monster bug floated away, just as the night overpowered the orange. The dogs stopped howling, the child whimpered, someone turned on their radio, Jimmy Cliff’s voice settled on the wind, “I was born to win.” Dishes clanged in the kitchen next door, the stars reappeared. I toke a deep breath, the overpowering scent of the roses that Mommy Charles planted filled the air like a peaceful Sunday.

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