My Way or the Higher Ways, Pt. 1

Stories told from a Carib-Jamericanadian perspective. In richly blended language mix of; nonsense talk, sensational spelling, double entendre, and Jamaican Patois. Yeah, man, a Jamaica yawd mi cum fram. Sorry, I meant to say; I’m Jamaican-born and bred, okay? Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. So, here’s today’s excerpt.

Note, that some matters may be missing from these stories, or are slightly different from how they are written in the book. You can always get the real McCoy by picking up a copy of the book, called, “Twisted Tales from the Big Fail.”

“That’s not the right decision,” he said, and since it’s optional whether you take a liking to the gal, on the bed. That same one there on the schemed-up plot none partial, I beg. We’re all here waiting to see what decision you’ve got for me, and the marshals. Well, if any… anyway. Since you haven’t made the proper decision on the matter by now, since you haven’t dee side dead on doing as I’d said.

Like, you’ve not done what my friends and I wanted you to do Hingh. We’ve got to make the decision for you Rin. Test me and see if I won’t be coming to take your TV away. Along with every other thing you won’t be able to purchase with your pay. Just do the right thing, okay? We want you to tell us your decision, now. The right one, not the left hand. No, not as you and your friends have Deside head two do on the dodos over there, in the west end.

That’s the wrong direction to steer the next ram, and very unfair for you to do such wrongs to your brotherly companion. By going out mingling with them on the bandwagon, and jeopard dicing their safe tea. All that after they would have done what is right for me by doing the writings in my record-keeping bins when they went out and protected themselves from people like you, for me.

Unlike you who will not do the “write” thing and take the protection. So that you will be protected two, just as the next one, like, as those people would have done before you will be forced to do the injection. Now your friends and you, want to come and deprive them of their protection whereby they were protected for so long. So, somebody has got to make up your mind for you. That is what we’re going to do.

If things such as these should happen in the waste and deeds, those who do it would have been made to take a leaf out of their tree of life and leave very quickly. But luckily for us and the likkle pickney, just a little bit of this is happening in the Kingsland afar off, far away from us on the earthly dust of our rocks.

Top head pan wanted to show them who was in command. Did so when he came down on them with a slam. More or less like the bull-bucking traffic cop with a bogus badge on. To put on top of what he was not given at the barracks to brag — Mom. That same one who polices the bad drivers’ crew of cronies, by driving worse beside her than your address dome is, because. He’s the only one who’s allowed to advise her as…

Yes, but of course. Did so when he caught you driving back at him at 110 clicks going forward in the passing lane of his onward road like this, one hundred max and mix on the highway of wasted bits of blown-off loads. Bits of hen’s droppings dropped off their chicks here and there before the cocks’ crows, you know what, and chicken and chips for the children’s snacks that they don’t want to share. Beware! On top of what they always wanted to wear against their parent’s eyelids to stare, like.

Those over there bopping fast flipping “Hi Lydia,” how are things going with buy law lashes, and then gone are they sliding bye-bye through the low-lying grids where the crotch is, and gazing back at you and me e Eieda. To get your children’s school fees and lunch money too, pulling it strong-arming out of the pocket loop. But, not doing it “my way,” as he sees things via his eye way. You know, like, while he was barreling past you, or even coming back at your jean car dot watch.

The one that won’t restart after it’d stopped two lights back. No matter how hard you may wind it up and shake, it. It’s tik toking will not wake, up again. But, to him, it must have been because he was ticking it up to clocking max out and passing the fast scout too, on the wrong side of the box trying to get out, backing you in, in the process even.

Then cutting in before us and you to come over and adore most of us all the way through. Whilst breaking the hell out of his neck to go braking up to almost a complete stop too, two trucks back. And a bus Ted lock tooth too. Just to teach us a lesson or two, no doubt. Want Ted to show you that, you can’t drive that piece of trinket crap box like that, so go and learn the codes on how to drive the roads fast, (or slow, better off.) My way is the higher ways.”

“Away?”

“Yeah man, probably.”

Meanwhile, “Don’t use my highway like that child,” was what I heard him say, “Okay.” Yeah, man, these are the facts. Wild eh!

Yeah.

To be continued.

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Just an excerpt from my book called “Twisted Tales from the Big Fail.” A Novel: Real Inky Trails Series.

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