Story 1 - The
The Tamarind tree stands tall against the drought. The afternoon
heat belts unrelentingly against the grass of the Savannah
turning it to a lifeless auburn mane. The faint breeze is
stale and humid, evident only by the occasional rustle of
leaves at the tree tops.
A man dressed in a suit shelters under the Tamarind, he
wipes his brow and intermittently lifts the moist cotton
shirt that clings to his torso, he knows the longer he has
to wait the larger the stain. Minutes pass and a woman joins
him from across the street, she looks equally uncomfortable
in high heels and stockings, her makeup begins to cake under
the heat. She dabs her upper lip with a small square tissue
from her bag.
There is a pleasant smell of Lavender and bath soap that
infuses the air around them, the man closes his eyes and
A Taxi arrives blasting Jamaican music. The driver, a man
barely out of school sucks on a comforter, he sticks out
one finger signaling that is all he has room for. He rolls
his thumb and forefinger around the huge stud that glistens
on his ear.
The other three passengers look disapprovingly at the man
and woman from head to toe. It now seems hotter than at
any point of their sojourn. The man deliberates his lateness
but quickly resolves it and opens the passenger door offering
the seat to the woman. She accepts in an unsurprised manner
The taxi leaves taking with it the blaring noise, the man
remains alone under the shelter of the Tamarind listening
to the rustle of leaves in the midday sun.
Story 2 - The
Dis place friggin hot! You have any snow-cone(2)
dere Georgie?” asks Lleyelyn, lifting the sleeve of
his suit to check the time.
“Nah all ah have is ice, no syrup.” George was
dressed in his usual white overall with a “Georgies”
emblem matching the one painted on his cart, wedged by a
large rock at the root of the Tamarind tree.
“Where yuh headin, tong(3)?”
“yeah dawg(4) , tryin’
to fine a wok(5). ”
“Scene(6). Why yuh
doh come an wok fuh me, I always lookin for ah han.”
Both men laugh.
“Taxi takin long.” “Doh worry one jus
pass, you go ketch de next one. Eh, take dis,” George
offers Llewelyn a cup of shaved ice.
George looks across the road and smiles and points, “Eh.
Check she, now dat is what I talkin bout! Look at dat Lobster-
all de meat in de tail(7)
!” They stare unabashed as a well dressed woman walks
towards them under the Tamarind.
.” said George. “Morning Miss.” muttered
“Mr. George! Not dis morning eh, I doh have time for
your dotishness, here?!” she said wagging her finger
“Leh meh fix yuh something sweet and cool nah?”
said George with a Devilish smile.
“Why it is every morning I have to travel, yuh harrassin
“I doh mean nuttin babes, you know I only on games.
Look see, a car reach for yuh already, de day go be nice
cause you see me.” The woman smiles and shakes her
head pleasantly infuriated.
“Meh boy here was waitin but dat eh no scene, he go
give yuh de ride.”
A young taxi driver blasting music pulls up; wearing black
gloves, sucking a comforter and twisting a diamond stud.
He pulls the comforter out and smiles revealing two missing
incisors, “Big G whuz de vibes?
“I dey killer, whuz ur scene?”
“Yuh know me, all bout de paper(9)
. Ah takin 1 for Duke Street.”
“Ummmmm da mix is a bes! who dat Buju(10)?”
George dances languidly.
“G yuh know I have it, ah go burn one for yuh.”
“Scene,” George and the taxi driver bounce each
“Miss…” the well dressed man opens the
Without acknowledging him, she looks at George, “Mister
keep yuh comments to yuhself.”
“We go pick up G.” The taxi driver quickly glances
behind him and with one sharp turn of the steering wheel
speeds off without signaling.
(1) Jesus Christ
(2) Snow cone is a traditional
West Indian refreshment that consists of a cup of saved
iced with concentrated syrups of various flavours topped
up with condensed milk
(3) City Centre
(4) Slang for friend
(5) Looking for employment
(7) A woman with a well
(8) Slang used affectionately
for someone of the opposite sex
(10) Jamaican dancehall
artist Buju Banton