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Timmo
Posted: Saturday, September 4, 2010 2:57:04 PM

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The evening sun had just set beyond the (not too distant) hills of this Central Jamaican Town, known for its Fish and Bammy. Two lasses and one lad strolled nonchalantly along the paved shoulders of the road way. They were Angie, her cousin and myself. Angie... my childhood sweetheart, insisted on walking on the outside closer to vehicular traffic despite my objection. You see...I was the man amongst women then and there.... and although I had insisted that I should be the protector of 'my pride' of female species it was to no avail.

Soon a car could be heard behind us as the driver geard down noisily in submission to yet another Jamaican fad...."Mash up unnu car engine inna style". As the vehicle drew parallel to us the horn was sounded as it later came to a halt about twenty feet ahead. Angie hastened her gait towards the vehicle and the look on her face appears consistent with a toddler whom had just been afforded a serving of candies. As her cousin and I appraoched her and the object of her malignant curiosity she smirkily said to me...'Timmo gwaan up ah yard to guh wait fi mi....mi soon come'. So the two of us continued on walking. The rather short walk became long and emotionally tormenting.

I have heard of this story before I suspected its realism... but this time it was 'live and direct'...like a heart stopping scene in a movie... and I was in the front row.I knew the driver of the car... Blondie. He was a friend of my brother-in-law. He was married with a very attractive wife....and I was just a school boy. One whom had so many fantasies over this matured woman. We made eye contacts as the bus stop many times but I was too timid to go beyond my loaded pipe dreams.

Angie's cousin left me after moments of conversing...and as I sat alone on the verandah of their abode, I remembered the times when Angie and I were were separated by a barbed wire fence. We were children....we played doll house, hide and seek , and blew kisses later on, when our raging odeipus complex had started the unravel its complexity. The times when we wondered how musch hair had started to appear on each others upper and lower intersections...when we made ill-fated agreements to show each other our hidden pride...when the 'green stench' of our arm pits was like an aphrodisiac to the failings of our nasal sensitivity. Yes those were the days.....but that night may have the like the one when Angie got pregnant and dropped out of school. She had failed her exams for high school placement and I was successful. They soon relocated and everything then onwards seemed like a domino effect.

Kedo came in to her life 'courtesy' of a taxi driver. He appeared to have been gone as soon as he came. In my ignorance of youth I hoped Kedo was my child. That night I could hear her tossing and turning restlessly on the other side of the wall that separated the porch on which I sat....alone and in bewilderment. Her mom was still a distance away...maybe. Unable to wait any longer I journeyed home. Angie nor her secret lover in waiting was no where to be found. I swallowed hard and a ball appeared to be lodged in my throat. I could not study that night....I felt discarded as I crawled into bed and woke up in the morning with bed stains caused by 'dreams of the night'.

In the morning I was sad and drained as I took the bus to school 15 miles away. With each change of gear and the resultant revving of the engine I was painfully being abducted from Angie as I reached for her heart. I knew I could see her in the evening after I had finished school for the day...but I was not sure....but the desires burned deep down inside of me...I knew I had to see Angie.

I made my usual dusk pilgrimage to her place. On arrival her Aunt, a teacher and her cousin sat looking relaxed. As I opened the gate they all left and her aunt looked caringly into my face and said...'Timmo please do not waste time with angie...you have exams coming up and she has cut her way out already' She then rose and left my presence. Angie soon appeared with the usual seductive grin of hers.The one that always melts my heart and pulsates below my waist....but we said nothing for a while.

"Tim, are you upset with me", she asked rather surprisingly.
"For what reasons may I ask", said I in dubious response.
"Well", she continued..." My cousin told me that I should be more discrete".
"And what was the reason for her saying that", I asked (sounding really stupid in myself)

Angie recalled the incident the previous night but was too lazy or stupid to check for the meaning of the word discrete. Hastily I got up and left without saying a word....i guess she knew what I then knew but which I had suspected all along.

Years passed by and distance memeories became vague and blunt and a part of my arsenal of jokes carved from my youthful experiences. At times I laugh at myself and I guess if I never had that capacity I would have cried. But sometimes 'we laugh 'till we cry'. So nearly thirty years after being on the scene of my 'gut wrenching','heart-breaking','nerve wrangling','feel like pissing up myself' ordeal, a car drove up. The windows wounded down slowly. The voice of a woman invaded my thoughts and demanded my response.

"I know you", said the voice. She parked the car and came out.
"Oh my gosh...I think I know you too...but I can't remember"
" Well you were a pretty bright fellow when you were going to .....High School.You used to wink your eyes at me everytime my husband dropped me off at the bus stop".
"Oh you mean I was rude... not bright", said I feeling cornered.

Quickly I remebered her to be Angie's lover's wife and my manhood started to throb. The years kept rolling back swiftly and there I was looking at her at the bus stop and wish her husband could just crash and die...so that Angie would not have to be stolen from me anymore. I moved uneasily and she bekoned me to sit in her car. She told me she had always liked younger men even me and she knew of her husband's episodes with Angie. I told her Angie was my girlfriend...but she said Angie was also 'the town's woman'.

I looked into Sharon's eyes and breathe hastily..as I bathed in cold sweat. She turned up the A/C and remarked "yu can always know Canadian's....when oonu cum a Jamaica onnu jus start melt aff di ice.

"Let's go somewhere and talk", she said,, as she moistened her lips with her tongue for me to see. As she put the car into drive her hand brushed my right thigh...she smiled and said ..."should I apologise for that". I remained quiet. She then drove slowly away passing the spot wher my heart was broken umpteen years ago. I looked back and looked across but the house was no more. Things have seemingly passed away suddenly as if was only yesterday. Her husband had died and as I stared on his picture on her bedroom wall she attempted to remove it...but I stopped her.

The room soon became humid and hot as our temperatures rise. I paused and opened the window...and just stood there. The sun was about to set and as I watched it disappeared beyond the 'not too' distant hills....I knew this was not a new begining...it only signalled the closing of one of my life's chapter and the opening of another. I later realised that Angie lived next door.
ms_sheesh
Posted: Saturday, September 4, 2010 4:51:04 PM

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I am truly fascinated with this story!...How can I read the rest of it? Is it available here in the US?
zoyaa
Posted: Saturday, September 4, 2010 7:33:38 PM

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Timmo wrote:
The evening sun had just set beyond the (not too distant) hills of this Central Jamaican Town, known for its Fish and Bammy. Two lasses and one lad strolled nonchalantly along the paved shoulders of the road way. They were Angie, her cousin and myself. Angie... my childhood sweetheart, insisted on walking on the outside closer to vehicular traffic despite my objection. You see...I was the man amongst women then and there.... and although I had insisted that I should be the protector of 'my pride' of female species it was to no avail.

Soon a car could be heard behind us as the driver geard down noisily in submission to yet another Jamaican fad...."Mash up unnu car engine inna style". As the vehicle drew parallel to us the horn was sounded as it later came to a halt about twenty feet ahead. Angie hastened her gait towards the vehicle and the look on her face appears consistent with a toddler whom had just been afforded a serving of candies. As her cousin and I appraoched her and the object of her malignant curiosity she smirkily said to me...'Timmo gwaan up ah yard to guh wait fi mi....mi soon come'. So the two of us continued on walking. The rather short walk became long and emotionally tormenting.

I have heard of this story before I suspected its realism... but this time it was 'live and direct'...like a heart stopping scene in a movie... and I was in the front row.I knew the driver of the car... Blondie. He was a friend of my brother-in-law. He was married with a very attractive wife....and I was just a school boy. One whom had so many fantasies over this matured woman. We made eye contacts as the bus stop many times but I was too timid to go beyond my loaded pipe dreams.

Angie's cousin left me after moments of conversing...and as I sat alone on the verandah of their abode, I remembered the times when Angie and I were were separated by a barbed wire fence. We were children....we played doll house, hide and seek , and blew kisses later on, when our raging odeipus complex had started the unravel its complexity. The times when we wondered how musch hair had started to appear on each others upper and lower intersections...when we made ill-fated agreements to show each other our hidden pride...when the 'green stench' of our arm pits was like an aphrodisiac to the failings of our nasal sensitivity. Yes those were the days.....but that night may have the like the one when Angie got pregnant and dropped out of school. She had failed her exams for high school placement and I was successful. They soon relocated and everything then onwards seemed like a domino effect.

Kedo came in to her life 'courtesy' of a taxi driver. He appeared to have been gone as soon as he came. In my ignorance of youth I hoped Kedo was my child. That night I could hear her tossing and turning restlessly on the other side of the wall that separated the porch on which I sat....alone and in bewilderment. Her mom was still a distance away...maybe. Unable to wait any longer I journeyed home. Angie nor her secret lover in waiting was no where to be found. I swallowed hard and a ball appeared to be lodged in my throat. I could not study that night....I felt discarded as I crawled into bed and woke up in the morning with bed stains caused by 'dreams of the night'.

In the morning I was sad and drained as I took the bus to school 15 miles away. With each change of gear and the resultant revving of the engine I was painfully being abducted from Angie as I reached for her heart. I knew I could see her in the evening after I had finished school for the day...but I was not sure....but the desires burned deep down inside of me...I knew I had to see Angie.

I made my usual dusk pilgrimage to her place. On arrival her Aunt, a teacher and her cousin sat looking relaxed. As I opened the gate they all left and her aunt looked caringly into my face and said...'Timmo please do not waste time with angie...you have exams coming up and she has cut her way out already' She then rose and left my presence. Angie soon appeared with the usual seductive grin of hers.The one that always melts my heart and pulsates below my waist....but we said nothing for a while.

"Tim, are you upset with me", she asked rather surprisingly.
"For what reasons may I ask", said I in dubious response.
"Well", she continued..." My cousin told me that I should be more discrete".
"And what was the reason for her saying that", I asked (sounding really stupid in myself)

Angie recalled the incident the previous night but was too lazy or stupid to check for the meaning of the word discrete. Hastily I got up and left without saying a word....i guess she knew what I then knew but which I had suspected all along.

Years passed by and distance memeories became vague and blunt and a part of my arsenal of jokes carved from my youthful experiences. At times I laugh at myself and I guess if I never had that capacity I would have cried. But sometimes 'we laugh 'till we cry'. So nearly thirty years after being on the scene of my 'gut wrenching','heart-breaking','nerve wrangling','feel like pissing up myself' ordeal, a car drove up. The windows wounded down slowly. The voice of a woman invaded my thoughts and demanded my response.

"I know you", said the voice. She parked the car and came out.
"Oh my gosh...I think I know you too...but I can't remember"
" Well you were a pretty bright fellow when you were going to .....High School.You used to wink your eyes at me everytime my husband dropped me off at the bus stop".
"Oh you mean I was rude... not bright", said I feeling cornered.

Quickly I remebered her to be Angie's lover's wife and my manhood started to throb. The years kept rolling back swiftly and there I was looking at her at the bus stop and wish her husband could just crash and die...so that Angie would not have to be stolen from me anymore. I moved uneasily and she bekoned me to sit in her car. She told me she had always liked younger men even me and she knew of her husband's episodes with Angie. I told her Angie was my girlfriend...but she said Angie was also 'the town's woman'.

I looked into Sharon's eyes and breathe hastily..as I bathed in cold sweat. She turned up the A/C and remarked "yu can always know Canadian's....when oonu cum a Jamaica onnu jus start melt aff di ice.

"Let's go somewhere and talk", she said,, as she moistened her lips with her tongue for me to see. As she put the car into drive her hand brushed my right thigh...she smiled and said ..."should I apologise for that". I remained quiet. She then drove slowly away passing the spot wher my heart was broken umpteen years ago. I looked back and looked across but the house was no more. Things have seemingly passed away suddenly as if was only yesterday. Her husband had died and as I stared on his picture on her bedroom wall she attempted to remove it...but I stopped her.

The room soon became humid and hot as our temperatures rise. I paused and opened the window...and just stood there. The sun was about to set and as I watched it disappeared beyond the 'not too' distant hills....I knew this was not a new begining...it only signalled the closing of one of my life's chapter and the opening of another. I later realised that Angie lived next door.



rass timmo da story yah shot..... why you leaving me hanging... this is like have sex and de man cum and leave you climbing the wall. bring on the conclusion...
Timmo
Posted: Saturday, September 4, 2010 9:06:04 PM

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ms_sheesh wrote:
I am truly fascinated with this story!...How can I read the rest of it? Is it available here in the US?


Madam Sheesh, I am sorry but it's not available as yet. It is only an abbreviated section of one of a collection of short stories that I am working on. From time to time I will be doing other extracts of other stories....maybe I will finsih this one next saturday....maybe.

Thanx

timmo
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Posted: Sunday, September 5, 2010 8:19:35 PM

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Yuh a lust afta di bumble claaat man wife an at di same time yuh gyal a gi yuh bun. A so dem bumble claaat school gyal stay a jamaica. Dem bumble claat licky licky an lov car man. A nuff taxi man an bus man fuck dem. A true yuh a brok pocket bway Y Blondie fuck yuh gal.In di end it lok like yuh fuck blondie wifey. Anyway yuh a gud autor. lok like the I got bumble claaat talent fi real
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Posted: Monday, September 6, 2010 10:58:56 AM
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Keep it coming Timmo, love it. "green stench' of our arm pits was like an aphrodisiac to the failings of our nasal sensitivity. Yes those were the days" Lol, I can remember those days, my Grandma use to rub out arm pits with green lime, it never works.
Timmo
Posted: Monday, September 6, 2010 2:21:38 PM

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Pussyhunter wrote:
Yuh a lust afta di bumble claaat man wife an at di same time yuh gyal a gi yuh bun. A so dem bumble claaat school gyal stay a jamaica. Dem bumble claat licky licky an lov car man. A nuff taxi man an bus man fuck dem. A true yuh a brok pocket bway Y Blondie fuck yuh gal.In di end it lok like yuh fuck blondie wifey. Anyway yuh a gud autor. lok like the I got bumble claaat talent fi real


Not only dat, him have him wife an tek wheh mi gal pon tap a it because him have assets an mi a bruk packet school bway. A mi bredda-in-law best friend at dat to. Gal gi man bun all di time but not so bare face and dumb wid it. Any way I appreciate yu points dem still.But dis was a third degree bun an me needed a pscholgical reconstruction to.

respect sah.
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Posted: Wednesday, September 8, 2010 3:52:12 PM

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this is one of the best short stories that brings back memories of school days in Jamaica. Timmo you have truly make all who have grown up in Jamaica and find our first love remember what it was like to have "puppy love" verses true love that you will find later in life. Continue the good work ok.
Timmo
Posted: Thursday, September 9, 2010 12:07:43 AM

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LIK wrote:
TIMMO, I USED TO SEND A CHECK/MONEY T LOU RAWLS NEGRO COLLEGE FUND YEAR AGO WHEN HE WAS ALIVE. I ALWAYS AND STILL LIKE HIS OLE PHILLOSPHY SAYING, "A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO WASTE"

MY BREDDREN , U ARE A MAN OF A GREAT INTELLECTS. I'M SURE IT IS NOT ONLY ME NOR PEIOPLE FROM JAMPERSONALS FEEL THIS WAY. AND I AM SURE TOO PEOPLE WHO U INTERACT WITH IN RELAITY REMIND YOU OF THAT SOMETIMES. RIGHT??

U KNOW WHO U REMIMD OF?? THAT WRITER NAME BRAITHWAITE(forget is first name) I HAD TO READ AN ENGLISH LITERATURE BY HIM IN MY EARLIER YEARS IN HIGH SCHOOL IN JAMAICA. HIS BOOK WAS INTERESTING SO IS YOUR WRITING BREDDREN.

YOU WRITE IN SUCH A WAY U CERTAINLY GRAB YOUR READER'S ATTTENTION
EASILY. TIMMO, THAAT IS TALENT RIGHT THERE...

TIMMO, DON'T MEK NUTTIN DISCOURAGE. ABSOLUTELY NUTTIN BREDDREN. AND IF IT DOES, GAIN STRENGTH ALONG THE WAY LIKE MAD HURRICANE AND BOUNCE BACK.


LOVE YOUR STORY BREDDREN.


GOOD TO SEE U ON WEBCAM TIMMO. U TRULY LOOK LIKE A MAN TEACH AT TERTIARY INSTITUTION. KINDA IVY LEAGUE KINDA GUY.


RESPECT TIMMO....



LIK...Thanks for your words of encouragement. I do apprecilove that. At times i feel lost in my aspirations and words like your are so invaluable,money can not buy.

Thanks Bro Denzil and leave Deserene alone
Timmo
Posted: Thursday, September 9, 2010 12:17:12 AM

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asizesexyfemale wrote:
this is one of the best short stories that brings back memories of school days in Jamaica. Timmo you have truly make all who have grown up in Jamaica and find our first love remember what it was like to have "puppy love" verses true love that you will find later in life. Continue the good work ok.


Thanks to you 'Asize sexy female'I felt humbled to know that i hav rekindled your younger days too. I am hoping to experience that true love later in life too....maybe sooner than later... hopefully.

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