Ohhh what oh what could Mommy Charles be planning for lunch. This island boi was real hungry. I heard her in the kitchen, the pots clanging, the knives, pot spoon and bowls hitting the kitchen counter as she prepare. Oh man the excitement. You would think as much as I love to eat I would a least have some meat on my bones, but noooo, I was a real skinny kid who would be swept away in a strong wind. Yes man, food was my addiction, especially when Mommy Charles cooked. Sitting in my room, listening to her every move was just as exciting as sitting at the table wolfing down whatever she cooked. What was more exciting is when she called me to the kitchen to help, here I was only eight years old helping mommy Charles create a culinary masterpiece. I see rice, seasoned chicken, cucumbers, Lettuce, tomatoes, I know, I know exactly what was brewing. A good old Pelau, oh yes, rice cooked with chicken and browned to a golden colour. Pepper, all kinds of seasoning and the vegetable as a side dish. Oh man, the best Saturday eating.
Ahhh yes, wouldn’t this be nice, something simple, something tasty, ahhh yes, I could taste it now, bakes, avocado washed down with a cold glass of Sea moss, yes man, that is what should be eaten on a nice warm Saturday afternoon.
Ahh yes, Saturday, a great day to sit in the shade and watch the small fishing boats go by. A great day to just relax and watch the children playing cricket, splashing clear ocean water as they run. A great day to feel the hot sun that seeps through the leaves of the tree. Watch the fisherman put a fresh coat of bright coloured paint on his boat, his pride and joy. Watch his young son mend the fishing nets, preparing form the day when they can go out again. Watch the Rastamen walk by their black locks glistening in the sun. The lingering scent of ganja, the melody of they lingo. Ahhh yes, it is Saturday afternoon, beach time, do nothing, just watch the world go by.
Bunjayyyyy, look at all them sweet fruit dey nah, gul, I cawn mek up me mind atall atall. Wah yuh mean jus get some ah everyting, dem fruit grow on tree but I have to wuk for me money yuh know. Get some ah everything, boi yuh is a madman yuh know. Wah you mean doh bite de guava, how else I go know it sweet. Wah, I go hav to pay for it, boi yuh stingy for so yuh know. How much for dat watermelon, Oh me lawd, dat real expensive, dis is highway robbery yuh know. Wah yuh looking at woman, eh? I holding up de line, wah you mean I holding up de line. I is shopping here, wah yuh doing here eh? Don talk stupidness at me dis morning yuh hear, I doh have de patience for it. Well look at me crosses, I here trying to get me fruit and provisions and dis woman trying to test me, gulyuh don know who yuh playing wid yuh know. Leh me get me ting and dem and go home before I box dis woman in she mouth. Move dey nah, move, move.