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:: Tuesday, July 11, 2006 ::
The wind is blowing along my nearly bald head. The oakleys reflect the sun that is beating through the windscreen. I'm all quiet just sitting in the passenger seat while awaiting my ride to work on Tuesday morning, the 11th of July,2006. Then out of the blue, the widening of eyes occurs, extreme laughter burts out over the bashment playing on the radio.Onlookers could only assume that us, the travellers, were a bit too happy or on crack. So you here wondering now what the hell I could be talking about. Read on and you will see my friends.
Me and my mother were on our way to work and we were driving along Massiah Street which is near Hastings/the garrisons for all you bajans who know no where( don't mind I'm vague withthe directions but this isn't MapQuest..sssoo live with it.) So now I was just looking through the window singing some bashy tunes that playing on Hott and then I heard my mother make the noise, "sshhh!!" " You see how long those are though?" So i proceeded to look up and low and behold there was this rasta man gathering himself to sit on the front step of this timber house. But my eyes opened extremely large in surprise cause what I thought I saw nearly made me faint. The rasta man had extremely long hair, hair so long it would reach past his ass, I'm sure of it. Anyhow, he was holding it and moving it into position on his lap. I think I should add at this point that he was wearing boxers. So cawlen to me it had look as if when the man cock up his leg to sit on the step that he bird was outside his boxer. I exclaimed at that point, "YYYoooouuuu,just so I swear that was the man bird you had mean though. Cause when I look up it had look just like the man dicky, just really, really, really long" :O:O:O This is where me and my mother started to die with laughter cause of my apparent blindness. The woman could not stop laughing out hard and at 1 point I swore she was even on the other side of the road dread. So then she started telling me this story about a man who used to be at the beach and his bird was so long that he used to put it in a sack. Now WTF is that uh?? So I ask her if she ever saw it and she reason she see it from at work. NOW WTF IS THAT?? Lemme tell wunna ppl something quick. My mother used to work along bay street right in front the esplionade in the 70's and early 80's. The woman reason she stand up on the balcony facing the beach (browns beach) and see the man with his dicky out just showing it off to ppl. Once again I ask WTF IS THAT??!! Don't get tie, that is real fucking distance to see a man dicky that damn good hear. Aright. Don't say I didn't warn yuh. LOL. So tell her that nuff women would be curious about it and he would deal with real women.You know the woman tell me that she would never want no bird so cause she would only run from it. That she would be frighten that it would kill her insides. :S This is my mother I really talking to? LOL. well well fucking well dread. I was lost by this point. Woman reason that he even get beat 1 time by some man in the late 80's and how he dicky had get some blows and get damage..AahaHAhAHAhAHAhaHAhaHAhA. Woman went as far as to call it a donkey dicky.AHAAHAhaHAhaHAhAHAhAHAhaHAhA.. Now THAT made me laugh out really frigging hard when she called it donkey dicky. I near dead in the car dread. Woman continued to reason how the young girls now couldn't handle that or most men for that matter since they are (in her EXACT words)CORN CURL GIRLS. I brek down with fresh laughter again dread. Woman reason the girls now from my age and down don't eat what the woman in her time used to eat so they all weak and always sick. How you does see it when they out in the fete and wukking up real fast but could only last for a couple seconds and that time the men still going strong. By this time I in tears. Done nuh man, DDOONNEEE. Woman then continue by saying that they would do their thing quick and then be tired and just lie back trying to recuperate. My my my. I was apalled at her talk but yet I was EXTREMELY amused. I love it. So I told her it's true in some cases though. The young tings can't handle a good wukup cause they too hyper off the corn curls. Just so I calling all girls younger than me corn curl girls now. LOL I just love it. For a good ten minutes I forgot about my headache, the blocked nostrils, the sickish feeling I had from the time I got out of bed. Too bad it couldn't last a little bit longer. I had to get my stupidity from my mother cause my father just aint retarded like that. Phew! Thank God for her boh.lol
Well after such a lengthy laugh after reminiscing about this morning I heard something pretty disturbing this morning that had me aggrevated. There's this american developer who wants to build an ocean park in Graeme Hall Park community. The residents are trying to stop it from happening and I 150% agree with them. The whole of Bim should back them and not leave them by themselves. For sure. People struggling for land around the place since it's so expensive and this man wants to come and confuse their neighbourhood with traffic, noise and lights to make his money which will go out of the island and definitely not stay here. I was infuriated by the man after hearing how he was arguing at a meeting trying to convince the residents to give in to it. I don't give a fuck how many jobs get created cause most likely the guyanese going to get them anyways. aAhAHAhaHa.Wait. I only telling the truth, bajans don't want no work. Thing is I was telling my mother that he most likely might get through cause the government would give the developer the go ahead.Thing is nobody in Bim stands up for their rights, that's why we are always run over, mistreated and abused by those in power. We complain to others and curse but never try to do anything about situations. If I tell a lie lick a rock cross my head. All I could think of was the picture V for Vendetta, which I recently watched and have completely fallen for it for some reason. Oppression is a bitch and the government of barbados oppresses it's people alot. But we just curse and do nothing. I saw myself trying to rally the people of barbados to stop this abomination from happening. I seriously just wish I could do something to right the wrongs in this country that I see. I'm only 1 man and they say 1 man can make the world of a difference but I hate getting into politics. I just want to share my views and make my country better. I felt so frigging fustrated knowing I had thoughts and views about this thing and nobody's there to hear, listen, agree or even disagree with me. We already have 1 water park, don't mind it isn't huge, why do we need another? Barbados isn't that large that it will make money after 2/3 years. Ppl WILL ride on the wave until they become bored and then it will die a slow death. Look at the golf course. I remember when that thing was super crammed all week and especially on weekends. Now it's like a ghost town with a few ppl playing here and there at nights. I haven't seen it full like when it first opened as the golf course since it turned into the ocean park. I believe I could be influencial, don't know how, but I believe I can be. I just feel really fustrated now being able to get my views out. Look how I have to come on a blog and be like the typical bajan and vent my stress of the island on the net. Bullshit! I'm going to find a way, even if it means i y
:: Bigjoe @ 4:54 PM :: | ::
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:: Monday, July 10, 2006 ::
I used to love going to the beach to play football, mingle with the folks i knew well, get some sun, play in the sea and to check the girl; but this was a really long time ago and the beaches have changed and so have the reasons. I say this because once again I've found my love for the sand again and so has the reason changed once more. I've been doing my off season training at the beach and let me tell you, that shit is killing me on evenings but it i surely is keeping me fit to the bone. I've fallen in love all over again with the sand between my toes, seeing ppl enjoying themselves and last but not least; realising how beautiful the sun relfecting and refracting off of the water looks. It's totally mesmerising, and I only notice this because I've actually began taking time to enjoy my surroundings and to take it all in instead of taking them for granted. Being in a concrete jungle tends to do this to you I guess. This evening was particularly funny though and it had nothing to do with the scenery. There was this group of young ppl ( like i aint young too...stupse), young as in secondary school young, sorry boh. Anyways there were like 5 boys and 1 girl and they all breezing and stuff. So I was doing my particular drills and runs and then I realised on the ending of one particular run, while walking back to the start, I saw the girl in the group staring in my direction. I was like just so these young girls have no shame atall cause the girl stared at me and did not blink for a second. She kept the stare with me as if she were eye raping. LOL. Anyhow I looked off and continued on my way back. So after each run I realise she would always be looking at me until this 1 time walking back I saw her looking and then 1 of the fellas said, " You here with me and looking at a man so though?" OOOOOOHHHH NNNOOOO!!!!! lookuh blows in somebody ass now. LOL. Hear the shout, the girl reason that she just looking and how the man look sexy and how he should start going in the gym cause he look real bad compared to me. Look I wanted to laugh but then I didn't want the hostility to come my way so I relaxed the face and just marched on down the beach. I looked back and saw the men arguing bad bad now and I say lookuh this shit though. Young girls don't have no respect atall atall. Look, peep even, but don't stare down the man like yuh want to tek it way. She barely ask for that. LOL. I could not stop laughing. I had to stop running in that direction so that the argument wouldn't escalate into some all out brawl.LOL. Oh boy, I really do love the beach. No lie; there's always something there that makes life a little better even if for a short time. No respect from these young ppl now.
On another note though I'm extremely glad to be home. I think this summer is going great over all and is full of action. I must say I'm truly enjoying myself. This is purely because of the ppl that are around me though; purely. Anyhow, since I've been home and had time to relax I've been thinking alot; maybe too much. Seems to me like I'm getting old cause I can't help but think about my future alot. Work, jobs,happiness, marraige, children, friendships, love, trust; man every shit just going through my mind. Guess I'm starting to evolve into someone else. Everyday ppl fall down and die without living their dreams or living their lives how they'd like to because they hold back themselves for fear of failure or fear of rejection. I've never really lived my life in fear of living but now I guess I'm starting to go into a shell since stakes are becoming higher and anything done now is mostly for longevity and not for the spur of the moment type of thing you'd do when you were a teenager. Life's alot more serious now than it used to be. It's also very uncertain so to me that's what makes every single breath and every moment a great one where I try to cherish them and never take them for granted. I love my life, I love who I am and I only want to become better so that my life in general can become better. Can I get an Amen! "Amen brother Hadley!" AHahaHA. Idiot. I know this is really different from the norm where I may post constant drivel that I see around the place and experience, but every day isn't joke day so live with it. If you don't like it kiss yuh arm. Hopefully my summer continues the way it goes and carries over into the remaining year, cause once I leave the island it will be pure stress again. So i'm bottling as much enjoyment to last me 4 months of memories while i'm under pressure.lol. May my wish be granted. Next time i blog wunna going to get some jokes, don't worry. Anyways,I love life; Hope you love yours. If you don't I'll love it for you. LOL MozzyMan from Rema & Jungle out.
:: Bigjoe @ 4:42 PM :: | ::
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