𝘗𝘖𝘝 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘡 ꕥ

"Yes man him good at what him duh," Rasheed Pendergrast Minister of Foreign Affairs said to the group of mixed business heads and other government officials I stood with.

I stood there smiling confidently. Another venture was successful in meeting the required outcome if only Kronazz would hurry up and get here.

The other men were busy chatting away but I was discreetly surfing the budding crowd of entertainers, promoters, and guests at the hotel who decided to partake in the event that was hosted for Jaylon Lindsay aka Kronazz rising up the Music Industry ladder.

The twenty four-year-old had a knack for taking music both old school and new mixing them and giving it a whole new vibe while keeping the elements alive. He did not take away he only enhanced the flavor with the right splice.

My ears were partly in on the conversation and Leroy Bennett the Minister of Entertainment and Culture was being his verbose self trying to upstage the group consisting of men who only tolerated him because he could help propel their business prospects.

I felt a tinge of irritation. Tonight was not for them in its entirety but for a youth who deserves to make his talent known and have people help him to showcase it without looking for anything in return, but even though they knew this their hands clapping mine were to benefit their pockets.

Politicians were the greediest bastards I knew and were not afraid to use people to benefit themselves even if it was a young youth just wanting to live his dream.

As they say here in Jamaica 'One hand cyaah clap' and these seedless bastards knew they can not bear fruit without Kronazz. I just wish in all that was happening he sees this and did not get carried away by the fame that came with the opportunity that was being granted to him.

A little backwater youth from White Marl St. Catherine with a talent that caught my eye when I went to a street dance being held by close friends and heard him at the turn table of his cousin's sound system making magic with music he splice of the Legendary Dennis Brown, Alton Ellis, Billy Smalls, Bob Marley and mixing them with Shaggy, Vybz Kartel, Spice, Shensea, Koffee, Lila Iké was a treat that I wanted to expose to the world and allowed him to make himself known in the process.

He was just eighteen then fresh out of high school making ends meet by being a packer at a White Marl Farm Store. His mother had five mouths to feed no father for any of them and he being the oldest had to be the man of the house taking up a role he was not ready for.

And speaking of roles he had a big one which I was not pleased about and she came in with him in full display of a snakeskin print long sleeve all in one tights body suit her body in a full curvaceous display of breasts, hips, thighs, and butt.

The Jaylon back then was not ready for a woman like Debbie who had a few years well on him and two children that needed more of a man than he could present had proven he was a man of valour .

Even though I brought him here to Roxborough and ensure that I did what I promised him and his family I could not tell him who to live his life with. I was not a matchmaker or love guru I was...

Whatever I was I surely was a sucker for broken-hearted melody because my kryptonite came in behind them with Nikki on her right and Nikki's man on her left.

Have you ever watched a movie where everything just fade away and all that was on display was the slow motion of the gorgeous heroine that captivated and drown out everything and everyone? Yes, I am sure you did and all I can tell you is my experience of this was brought about by the one woman that was forever under my skin.

If eva mi chargie dem know dem day time Indian drama shit yah yuh know weh dem a guh seh...

Medz truly and completely...

Pussy whipped.

I just stood there devouring her coming across the well-manicured lawn of the courtyard her alluring face expressive as she took in her surrounding. It was a pleasure to just take her in as the remnants of Sunday's unfortunate escapade mellowed.

I stood in pleasurable contentment until the sight of what she had on fueled an unconditional possessiveness in me.

Where the hell was the rest of her clothes, did she forget her pants or something?

If she bends to bloodclaat yuh c r brain! Wah, she a try doh? drive me crazy!?

Whether or not she was trying to drive me crazy it was truly having that result and the fact that she was so sexily clad her thighs on glorious display brought to the forefront how those very thighs felt pressed against me as I drove into her sweetness.

Woman a bloodclaat demon enuh, I thought to myself as I watch her.

When her eyes found mine across the expanse of the courtyard a few minutes after just standing there devoted to staring at her I smiled inwardly.

But mi nuh mind cause mi have wah fi perform an exorcism pan ar.

Despite what she did I still wanted her deeply and it did not take away from me caring for her. I was very pissed at her for taking me for granted and using me the way she did had left me thinking there was no way I could trust her but after the days passed away I realised I did not care for her any less.

My affection and desire for her did not subside, here they were surfacing like a heavy tide to wash away all my contempt and increase the volume of my need to have her as mine.

Everyone fuck up.

Yep.

No one was perfect, right?

Tru dat.

We all deserve a second chance I thought to myself.

Look like yuh figet bou wah Zindi duh yuh?

No, I did not. My ex-wife was a different barrel of fish, she was totally in a class to herself.

I know deep down I was not ready to let go off Patrice and I wanted to have her in my life. It was not about sex or wanting to hit up on her whenever I find the convenience.

She was very special to me and I cared deeply for her. When tonight was over I would let her mend the bridge she had made lopsided by using me as a shield against the circumstances that caused her to make me an amenity.

Ok, sar just remember weh Movadah seh."Man a wicked, but woman a Delilah."

I gave an inward cringe to this knowing that this more fits the bill for Zindi. In all honesty, Patrice had given me from the get-go that she wanted nothing from me other than sexual gratification and it would come only in the form of phone sex and textual intercourse.

I was the one who wanted more. I was the one who continued with my relentless pursuit of her then after getting her after months of trying I expected the fairy tale to continue to happily ever after when we were barely off the first page.

It's just that I so want to be her Jamaican Prince Charming and have her be my Ella.

I had it bad. I was making references to daytime soap and now here I was careening into fucking fairy tales.

I best get this night started now that the guest of honour has arrived so that I can make my way to the temptress with the ruby-red lips as we have some misunderstanding to clear up and we would be doing so no later than tonight.

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