Interview with Joelle Cohen Wright Author of “A Soh Wi Do It”
Interview with Joelle Cohen Wright Author of “A Soh Wi Do It”
Boardlane TV has been following the trial of reggae superstar Mark Myrie, also known as ‘Buju Banton’ since the court session began. Banton is on trial for conspiracy to possess with intent to distribute five or more kilogrammes of cocaine. He could get a maximum of 20 years to life in prison if convicted.
Buju Banton’s fans have turned out in their numbers for the trial that started on Monday. We have exclusive insider reporting into the happenings inside the Tampa Court from the fans of Buju Banton.
Boardlane TV: Good afternoon, you look a little deflated from the proceedings. Tell us what seems to be your worry.
Suzette: Yes Miss lady, mi waan know is why a bare farrina deh pan di jury? Imagine seh a whole heapa DJ out deh a look food fi nyam an coulda deh pan di jury fi retribute justice fi Buju. Dem farrin people noh undastan di suffaratian wey yaad man goh troo. Dem jus a goh look pan im rasta head an automatically tink seh im a drugs man. A soh dem dutty minded people apparate.
Boardlane TV: So who would you suggest should make up a jury of his peers mam?
Suzette: Lady mek mi tell yuh -man like Flourgon, Shabba Ranks, DelaRanks and Yellowman fi up deh a lissen to wey di stinka dem a seh bout Buju. Dem woulda simpatize caah mi know fi a fac seh dem man deh tek coke inna fi dem time to. Yuh did know seh a coke mek Yellow Man mout lean an look like absess a grow inna im teet?
Boardlane TV: No, I had no idea. Well thank you for taking my question. Let me talk to another individual. Young lady, yes you in di red blouse… come over and let me have a talk with you for a moment.
Merlene: Hi how yuh doing? Wan minute deh before yuh start. (she takes the mike away from the reporter). I want to sen greetings to Aunt Myrna ina Dumfries Trelawny. Wishing a hawty ‘ello to mi bredda pan mi modda side – cyaan memba im name now fram Nanny Town dung a Portlan. Big Up! BUJU SHALL OVACOME! WI NAAH LEF IM OUT! BRAP!
Boardlane TV: Ok, can I have the mike back please? Thank you. During the trial, you were seen covering your ears when the tapes where being played. Can you explain to Boardlane TV why you did that?
Merlene: Lady mi feel it fi im enoh. It did look bad fi im an den when mi hear seh tape a goh play, mi heart cudden stan fi hear noh more an mi dis cawk up mi ears ole. Mi cyaan tek an noh stress seka mi carry belly fi Buju now. Im is di love of mi life, mi hawt an mi soul, only deat will do us part. By di way, yuh did hear wey dem did a seh pan di tape?
Boardlane TV: Yes. He was caught on tape claiming he was getting into drug smuggling to feed and send his 15 children to school.
Merlene: Seh wah?! Den a how di backside im mek di tree pickney dem mi hav fi im a dead fi ungry?! Soh fi mi pickney dem a noh nutten to im? Yuh si seka dat, a hope di govament heng up im roosss by im teelie an put im pan display mek a get fi stone out im kacka-ole!
Boardlane TV: Alrighty then. So much for supporting Buju. Sir, you in the green and yellow Clarks shoes. Could I ask you a question? What do think about the guilt or innocence of the defendant in the case?
Donavon: Well so far mi tink im innocent enoh. As far as mi si dem a try di man fi taste lickle coke. Fi all I know, Buju coulda tink seh a milk powda dem a gi im fi taste. A set dem set im up. No evidence did deh fi seh di man move coke fram pint A to pint B, yuh si mi?
Boardlane TV: So what do you think about the accusation about smuggling diamonds from Africa?
Donavon: Dutty canspiracy lady! Mo’ Fiyah! Mi know fi a fac seh wey dem a cawl diamond a Cubic zirconian. A di sed false sinting yuh si a glissen ina Buju teet. A dat dem a cawl diaman smuggling. (kiss teet ) Buju B is a ghetto yute. Wey im know bout diaman? Di only ting di man tek outta Africa is wan antique wood stool! Mi noh know wey dem a chat bout!
Boardlane TV: Interesting comments sir. Thank you. Mister over here please. Do you have opinion as to what you have heard in court today sir?
Rohan: Yes mam …a bare almshouse bisness a gwaan ina di courtroom. Yuh si di infarma bway wey a wok fi di govament…unu noh si seh di man a try escape dip back to Columbia? Di way how mi si it a im bring argument to Buju bout coke bizness an Buju run di bway! Im tek bex an cawl dung Babylon pan Buju. A infarma bway fi dead!
Boardlane TV: But what about the tapes sir? It was Buju who was clearly asking Mister Johnson to set up the deal to acquire cocaine. Wouldn’t you agree with that?
Rohan: Lady tap gwaan like yuh naah si weh a gwaan! Buju did a talk on behalf of di two bway dem wey come fram Georgia name Ike an Tyke! Buju noh inna noh coke bizness! Di yute is all about Music an bussing gun shat inna b@tty bway head. A bet seh dem same set a chi-chi man a set im up? Di same way how dem did seh a neva R Kelly pan di tape, mi noh believe seh a Buju dat pan di tape eida. Dem deh bogus cassette fi dash wey!
Boardlane TV: Ok, thanks for your comments sir. Have a good day. Hi young lady, come talk to Boardlane TV. Do you think the defendant is guilty as charged or are you here to support him?
Donnet: Miss lady, Buju a wan a wi, soh wi did haffi come yah fi support im. Mi cyan believe wey dem a try do to wi Jamaican Igol. Di man wey testify tideh seh Buju neva buy di jrugs, im only talk bout it. Soh a how dem fi hole Buju when all im do is fantisize fi bi a drug king pin? At least im a show some ambition. Nuff people have di same dream fi run jrugs up an dung di place, but dat noh mek wi jrug smuggla. Dat jus a show yuh seh money naah run an wi a look fi sinting betta in life. Mek dem move an gweh!
Boardlane TV: But drug smuggling is against the law madam. Shouldn’t he have dreams that are less criminal in nature?
Donnet: People fi tap paas judgement pan di bway. Buju seh im have pickney fi feed an sen goh school. Di man haffi try a ting. Supposen seh im did really a try sell jrugs, mi noh blame im caah Candense milk an school unifarm dare out hell! Im jus a try bi a good baby faada fi im pickney dem. Dem fi tap treat Buju like im a some cumunoono! After all!
Boardlane TV: Ok miss, I am sure he appreciates your support. Let me get Stephen Marley on camera. Hi Stephen, you were one of the key witnesses for the defense. What can you tell us about your relationship with Buju and do you think he will be convicted?
Stephen: Well mi haffi come defen mi idren caah mi know Buju fi bout 20 years now. Mi an im use to bun calliweed wid Peta Tosh an Bunny Wailer back when wi was a yute a goh a school – zeen? As mi seh to di court, Buju a di voice of di people. An wi naah goh stan fi di heathen dem silence di vice dat gi wi peace loving choones like ‘Man Fi Dead’ an ‘Boom Boom By Bye. ’ Dem lyrics deh speak to heart of di Jamaican people – zeen?
Stephen then burst out into a skank and begins to sing one of Buju’s songs with gun finger in the air:
Let Jah rise and the heathen scatter
Have to give thanks and praises no matter
Even if the flames is getting hotter & hotter
Every one should know I don’t believe in rumor..
Stephen: WHEEEELLLLL!! Buju yuh dun know. Yuh safe lick bulla inna glass case. Dem a try get yuh outta di rat race. Dem set pizen fi rasta taste but di Babylon bway dem noh hav noh case – easy yuhself Dread an noh watch noh face!
Boardlane TV: Ok folks, that’s all the live reporting we have from BoardlaneTV at the moment. We are hoping we can get a word with the Defendant’s Lawyer or the defendant himself later in the day or in the future. Now back to our regular scheduled programming.
© Joelle “Wendy” Wright
An American Airlines plane crashed and broke into pieces after landing at the Norman Manley International Airport in Kingston a short while ago. The aircraft carried over 145 passengers and crew most of them Jamaicans returning home. Boardlane TV news was on site to interview some of the passengers that were able to speak to us about the events that took place after the crash.
Boardlane TV: Hi sir, could you give us a moment and tell us how are you feeling and what happened when you realized your flight crashed?
Lincoln: Lady, mi seh a Jah save wi cause a di back mi deh enoh Miss and all of a sudden mi si di miggle a di plane hice up inna di air and a dat time mi a penny seh di rahtid sinting bruck inna tree. Mi all si wan suitcase drap outta di ova head bin sinting and lick out wan white man flat a grung. Im mite inna di plane still kunk out an cyaan git up cause everybody tep ova im. Man an woman a try cum out before di plane boom up!
Boardlane TV: No one stopped to assist the injured man?
Lincoln: Look yah lady, when plane boom flick pan dry land is all about survival yuh no seeit. Every man fi dem self cause yuh noh know if all a nex suitcase a goh shoot out fram di ova head sinting an lick yuh out. Trus mi!
Boardlane TV: Ok sir, thanks very much and glad you are Ok. Miss over here. Can you tell us how you feel and give us some insights on what took place on your flight?
Matlida: Glorry Glorry… I seh Glorrrrrreeeeeeee!! Lady a cyaan talk … Sweet Jesas! A nearly si di coming of mi Creata an mi nat even have on good drawz. I seh Glorrrrrreeeeeeee!! Halli-luyah!!!
Boardlane TV : Ok Madam, thanks. Hi Miss, can you come over here please? BoardlaneTV here. Can you tell us what happened on your flight as it was landing?
Millicent: Dat razzklat pilot noh know wey di bloodseed im a do! Im nearly kill aff di whole a wi inna di big Chrismus haliday yah. A fly di bummbeet plane like im a deh pan jet ski pan di tarmac. A waan smaddy buss im klaat an sen im back a flying school. Wan a mi lickle 9 year ole yute lan kite betta dan dat suckka lan dis big ole bloodbawt plane. Cho Blood cleet. Come outta mi way yaah man.
Boardlane TV : Oookk?? Clearly she is upset with the pilot and understandable so. Let’s see… little one can you come over here and talk with us? How are you doing?
Celine: Mi cyaan fine mi mummy. Yuh si har fi mi?
Boardlane TV : No but maybe you can describe her and we can get some help for you.
Celine: Mi mummy have wan batty big <<soh>> an wear wan burgundy hair weave. Har finga nail dem have Chrismuss tree paint pan dem. When di plane crash shi tek aff an run wey lef mi like shi figat seh shi have pickney pan di plane. Dats how shi behave when har head tek har yuh mam. Shi noh memba nutten bout mi.
Boardlane TV: Oh no! Poor thing. Go to the officer and find some help. Be safe. Let’s get one more comment from this gentleman. Hi sir, do you care to comment on the incident that just took place?
Percy: Sure I would loves to comments. Miss Lady, I and my mistress was in the bock aff di plane han was very hestinguished when wi realize dot di plane do nat landed good pan di runaway. So I jess tell di mistress to pick up di suitcase dem han faller backa me.
Boardlane TV : You made her carry both suitcases by herself?
Percy : What mek yuh hosk? Yuh noh si how shi strapping an have trang back? A wan cow dis yuh noh lady! Anyways, hofta shi falla backs a me, wi truck aff troo di side exit door an landed inna wan whole heapa gravel. Si hall my helbow chip up fram di rackstone dem an yuh si mi mistress nat even get a scrotch how shi tough. Dats why mi loves her soh. A very trong women dis. Wi aroight dowes. Just wont to find a batroom now fi change mi brief. Mi cyaan ston inna di pee-pee noh longer.
Boardlane TV: Ok sir, God bless you and the mistress. Well ladies and gentlemen there you have it. A very lucky set of passengers. Now we return to our regular scheduled programming.
We will have more comments from passengers as they get sorted out.
**** PART 2 ****
Boardlane TV: We are now back on the air speaking with a few more of the passengers from flight 331. Mister, can you step over here and have a chat with us. How are you doing? You look a little shaken up!
Trevor : Bway, I neva experience anyting like dis inna my life sistren. A lissen mi a lissen some trune pan mi Ipod an feel di plane a skid wey to blurtnaught. Di betern nex to mi look out a di window an start bawl out seh wi ago drap inna sea wata to birdbeak! Lady, mi start pray unto Jah cause I man cyaan swim a lick an plus mi all hear seh nuff Alligator inna di sea.
Boardlane TV: Alligators in the sea sir? Where have you heard such a thing? That’s not true.
Trevor : Yuh a fool man! Alligata inna di sea mi seh. Nuff time mi si dem lie dung pan di banking when mi a fly out, soh mi noh know wey yuh a chat seh. If wi did crash inna di sea an hear seh Alligata nyam up all a wi inna di plane, wey yuh woulda seh eeh? How unu news people can behave like a hongle unu wan have educatian soh? Tek man fi fool an illeterate. GO WEY!!
Boardlane TV: Ok. Clearly that is a very misguided passenger but we are glad he wasn’t eaten by Alligators nonetheless. Looks like another shaken passenger heading our way. Over here sir. Can you tell us what this experience was like for you?
Neville: Ioyoo cyooon taalkk naw iss…. mknot a ood hime
Boardlane TV: Sir what are saying? I’m sorry we can’t hear you so good. Repeat that please.
Neville’s Daughter: Sarry lady. Papa cyaan talk to yah now. Im false teet fly outta im mout when im head lick up pan di seat. Nat a soul cyaan fine di teet all now. Gad eeh know how dis man a goh nyam im Chrismuss dinna now widout’en di teet. Lawd a mercy pan wi Puppa Jesas!
Boardlane TV: Ok sorry to hear that. Well let’s hope he will have a merry Christmas despite his missing teeth. God bless you. Hi, hi young man come and talk to us over here. What’s going through you mind after going through what just occurred?
Roy: Yuh really waan know what a goh troo my mine sistren? Is a spliff I waan bun yah now. Jah rastafari know. Dem kinna ting wi mash up yuh nerval system when rasta deh pan plane an it bruck up wid yuh inna it, yuh noh seeit . Mi teet dem noh tap rakkle fram mi lef outta di plane. I man need a weefah fi calm I nerves, but di bloodseed police bway dem a walk roun wid di sniffa daag dem sed way mek I man cyaan draw fi di herb. (kiss teet) Easy yaah mi sistren. I an I ago get outta dis Babylon cage. More time!
Boardlane TV: Ok, we have time for just one more passenger. Looks like this lady is one of the more injured. Let’s see what she has to say. Pssstttt Miss …can you share with Boardlane TV how you got your injuries?
Silvia: Noh wan batty bway push mi dung a try race mi outta di plane, mam. Mi seh dem noh have no mannas enoh lady. Imagine dis American Airlines likle punk fling mi dung inna fuss class an kick mi inna mi side when im jump ova mi. Mi seh if a neva fi mi artritis inna mi right han, a tump im dung if a eva si im bout yah. Look how mi frack dutty up like mi naah come fram nohweh!
Boardlane TV: Wait a minute, you said he was an American Airline person?
Silvia: Yes lady! A wan a di Hair hostess bway do mi soh. All yuh hear dem a chat bout lef plane ardaly in case of emergency dem a di fuss wan a bulldoza yuh when plane crash. Dem is jus like dem dam hooligan yuh si a stage show. Dam set a viagro dem! Dem only inna di stoosh unifarm like dem desent but dem noh betta dan di hag dem yuh si inna pig style. Dutty Jankro dem!
Boardlane TV: Very interesting. Well there you have it folks. A very traumatic day for the passengers as you just heard. We wish all a pleasant evening and thanks for tuning into Boardlane TV.
© Joelle “Wendy” Wright
Boardlane TV has learned that BP has solicited an expert group of Jamaicans to assist with the clean up efforts of the massive oil spill off the Gulf of Mexico. Boardlane TV has exclusive video of the meeting that took place between the Jamaicans and BP at the site of the disaster and the results of their work.
BP Official: We thank you all for coming to our aid to clean up this mess. We can’t say enough to express our gratitude.
Ratcliff: No prablem Man. Wi noh really need fi hear nutten bout noh gravitrude right yah now. All wi jus waan hear is how much di work ago pay, zeen?
BP Official:Well, our corporate office is thinking $US500 a day per person. What you think about that?
Ratcliff: Sey wah?? What I tink is dat yuh is a blastid criminal an tief! Yuh tek big man fi fool? Yuh know how much wi pay fi di plane drive fi come yahso fi wok fi dat deh lickle bit a money? Look yah sar – 500 dalla cyan feed my 7 pickney and tree more wey mi expec fram Patsy, Michelle and Beverly.
BP Official: Ok then, name your price. At this point we will pay anything to get this mess of our hands. Give me a price.
Ratcliff: Hole an mek a confulscate wid mi betren dem mek mi hear weh dem a sey.
BP Official: Confulscate?? What does that mean in English?
Ratcliff: Imagine dat eeh!! Ah di fuss mi a meet wan Hinglish smaddy who noh undastan standard plain Hinglish. Dat mean mi ago get a kanstitutian fram di ressa di crew. Yuh get dat now Missa suit an tie?
BP Official: Whatever you say mon.
Ratcliff: Yow ButtaTeet, TipyToe, BalheadDread rope in! How much unu tink wi fi demands fi disyah work? A nuff aile out yah still an dem lickle English tite @$$ dem noh know wey dem a do out yah.
ButtaTeet: Di way mi seet, dis ago cast dem bout 2 case a Guinness.
BalheadDread: Hey bway yuh a ediat? Go wey bout yuh 2 case Guinness. Ratcliff, tell di man sey wi ago tek 20 lb a high grade weed fi do di wok yuh hear sah.
TipyToe: Kiss mi rahtid …mi cyan believe mi earsole. Unu is set a blastid ediat – A MONEY WI A DEFEN! Ratcliff, yuh si wah mek mi did tell yuh fi lef dem two jack@$$ yah a dem yaad? Tell di man wi ago charge US1.5 miyion dallas. It goh soh!
Ratcliff: How much hundred dalla bill ina dat Tipy?
TipyToe: A mi yuh a ask? A dat mi hear JayZ and Beyonce a mek soh dat soun like di sed amount wi fi ask fah. Plus di sun hat out yah man. Wi fi get compenstition fi dat to. Trus mi!
Ratcliff: Arite mek a run it by bossman an si wey im a deal wid. (He summons the BP official) Mista suit and tie come ova yahso sar…
BP Official: Yes Mister Ratcliff, I take it you all came up with a price.
Ratcliff: Yes sar. Mi betren dem come up wid a bargain deal betta dan di price fi a Elvis jacket. Wi a tink bout 1.5 miyion . Tell mi sey dat a noh wan wikid deal?!
BP Official: Bloody Hell! What do you Jamaicans think this is – a casino heist?
Ratcliff: Mine how yuh a talk loud enoh Mista suit an tie! If yuh naah let aff di 1.5 miyion mi can goh back a mi yaad cause mi have wan Mavado stage show uppa Halfway-Tree square fi goh. Wi noh havi dey yah soh a lay, lay wid yuh.
BP Official: Alright, alright! Bloody Hell Pals – Ya’ killing me here. Ok, we can get the money together. What kind of equipment you people have to clean this up anyway?
BalheadDread: A wah do dis white man iyah? Equipment? Yaad man noh use noh Babylon machine fi do manual labor. Wi have natural tings dat wi guarantee fi soak up dis ting in bout hour an half taps!
BP Official: Oh Yeah? And what’s that may I ask?
ButtaTeet: 200 carton bax a hair weave sar? Di natural type… good, good Yaki bran made in China.
BP Official: Huh? What di bloody hell you all talking about? Hair weave? Is this what you want me to pay millions of dollars for? You take this thing for a joke?
Ratcliff: Hey sah… mine yuh buss a shut button. Relax yuh self. Yuh neva si how hair weave can soak up aile yet? Why yuh tink yuh si di ooman dem a walk round wid dry head bout di place? As dem dash lickle ail ina dem head.. di weave nyam dat up like nutten neva goh in dey fram di day di weave patch in. Is dats why di gyal dem head dry like cocknat brush soh!
ButtaTeet: Trus wi Mista BP, it ago work man. None a fi unu hi-tech sinting naah wok anyway. An fi wi plan come wid a zero pint naught percent money back guarantee.
BP Official: You people had better know what you are doing because my *ss is on the line for this and you people told me you could get this problem fixed.
TipyToe: Well count yuh blessings. Yuh noh gat noh *ss behine yuh, soh yuh noh have nutten fi loose.
BP Official: You can make jokes all you want. Tell me how is this thing going to work now?
BalheadDread: A simple ting dread. Wi ago tek a small boat outta sea an dash in di weave dem ova which part di aile a swim. Den wi jus watch di weave swallow up di aile. When wi dun, wi jus crape up back di weave dem an put dem ina scandal bag.
BP Official: Ok, then how do you get rid of the oil soaked hair when it’s all done?
TipyToe: Get ridda? A wah do dis bredda yah? Wi a carry dem back to di Rock goh sell dem pan di black market! Yuh know how much money di skettel dem wi pay fi a ready made ail sheen weave?
BalheadDread: Yeah Man. A dat wi call hampa-try-nurship iyah! Wi ago promote di stappage a dry head pan di island, yuh noh seeit. Wi ago tell wi customas dem sey di weave dem come well priserve wid “Aile of the Bay”. Woooiiii! Yes Iyah! A big tings!
BP Official: You people are nuts! OK get to work. Let’s just see if this madness you are talking about works.
The three men took off in the ocean spreading bundles of hair in the ocean. The BP officials using binoculars watched from the pier hoping that the Jamaicans had finally found the cure for their misery.
Three hours past and the oil appeared to be subsiding. The news of the success spread across the airways and crews from CNN, MSNBC and CSPAN started filming the work of the Jamaicans. The BP officials were amazed at the speed at which the hair weaves sucked the oil from the ocean and began to throw high fives all around. The US was in a euphoria singing the praises of the Jamaicans as they came back to shore to a jubilant BP officials and TV crew.
BP Official: I cannot believe it!! You guys did it!! Only you Jamaicans would think of such an ingenious plan. Bravo to you my friends!
Ratcliff: Wi did tell unu sey a simple ting dis man. Unu dash wey dem dey big ole ugly machine wey noh have noh use. An by di way gi wi di money mek wi get fi goh bout wi business
BP Official: As you say in Jamaica – No Problem Mon. The cash is right over here for you. You can count it all if you want
BalheadDread: But Kiss mi gyal renking meat! A soh much money mek up 1.5 miyion?? No star, wi cyan count up dem deh money yahsoh. Eeehm…Is nat dat wi cyan count but mi noh able fi disyah breeze blow weh di whole a wi money a sea. Wi trus yuh sey it all dey dey bossman. Rispec!
BP Official: Thank you all for this once again. Our company is forever indebted to you.
CNN Reporter: Hey Jamaicans! One moment please, we have someone who wants to talk to you by phone.
Ratcliff: Kiss mi Nike boot! A mi baby madda Patsy dat a call mi already? I doan know why mi goh tek up wid dat graven lizzad lip gyal enoh!
CNN Reporter : I don’t know who Patsy is sir. It’s President Obama wanting to congratulate you and your team and thank you all for a job well done sir.
Ratcliff: Tell Obama sey mi wi chat to im wan neda time. Im tink mi noh hear bout im pan Fax cable news? Imma wan blastid ginal! A waan im waan come tax wi money fi goh bail out Toyata outta fi dem prablem. Im naah get none a dis a baxide!
CNN Reporter: Huh? Did anybody catch what the heck he just said?
© Joelle “Wendy” Wright
Ever wonder why Jamaican Children do not participate in Trick or Treat? Maybe this sketch will explain it.
Benny: (Knocking on the door) Good eveling… anybady deh here?
Ms Clarice: Is who dat a knack pan di door dem hours a clack when mi a look fi turn in sah? COMING!! HOLE AAN… Lawd mi cyaan even fine mi glasses. Is who dat a di door?!
Benny: A me Benny, Miss Clarice. Me, Tony, Tamas, an Peta a Trick-a-Treat mam.
Ms Clarice: (Opens the door) Weh yuh seh lickle bway? Talk again, granny neva hear yuh good.
Benny: Wi Trick-a-Treating mam. Yuh gat any sweetie can put inna wi crocus bag?
Ms Clarice: Pickney yuh eva look inna di mirror an notice seh yuh noh gat any teet? A full time yuh tap nyam di whole heapa sweetie dem! Yuh noh si seh a only wan more teet lef fi drap outta yuh head!
Benny: No mam, mi teet a-rite! Dung to di odda day mi bite cane wid mi wan teet mam. Beg yuh some sweetie noh.
Ms Clarice: A-rite, ole an a minute…mi suppose to have some icy-mint inna mi bosom yah.
Benny: Miss Clarice, yuh noh have nutten sweeta dan icy-mint, mam?
Ms Clarice: Bway pickney! Yuh eva get a good smell affa yuh breat yet? Is why yuh tink is icy-mint mi a look fi gi yuh? (Empting her bosom)) Tek dem …si dem yah an share dem up wid di ress a yuh nassy nose fren dem. Shoo! Goh home now!
The four boys walk over to another house.
Benny: (Calling out) Nurse Philips! Tricka Treat! Tricka Treat!
Nurse Philips: Benny! What on eart yuh doing trick-a-treating for candy when yuh know yuh not well?!
Benny: Nurse is Halloween an wi jus a beg sweetie fi di haliday mam. Mi feel fine tideh Nurse.
Nurse Philips: Benny, I am not going to give yuh any candy when yuh madda jus tek yuh to di clinic yessiday fi get worm medicine! Yuh know seh too much sweet-sweet a gi yuh dem whole heapa worm ina yuh belly? Chile, goh home before I call yuh madda fi get yuh off di street!
Benny: Arite Nurse Philips, mi going home now. Tanks fi di worm medicine yestiday yuh hear mam. (Cut yeye)
The four boys walk to a third house.
Benny: HOLE DAWG!! Maas Sunny ooyee! Maas Sunny, a mi Benny fram rouna lane a beg some sweetie sar!
Maas Sunny: Benny? Benny bway a yuh grow soh big an ugly?! Massi Jesas! Benny a time yuh fi tap nyam sweetie yuh noh. Look pan yuh gut in front a yuh fi a lickle bway! Fayva like yuh ago deliva a cow any day now.
Benny: A noh sweetie mek mi belly soh big Maas Sunny. A troo mi madda cook plenty salt powk a eveling time. Beg yuh some sweetie noh.
Mass Sunny: Well mi have some juju sweetie inna di dressa draw. Ole an yah soh mek a goh get dem fi yuh an yuh nassy nose fren dem.
Benny: Tank yuh sah! (Jumping for joy) Yeaaaah!! Wi ago get some sweetie!!
Maas Sunny: Si dem yah… noh mine di biting ants weh a crawl ova dem. A troo dem ina di draw fi ova two year now. Mass Sunny a get ole an mi false teet caan manige di tough sweetie dem like wan time. Unu can brush aff di ants dem affa it. Dem nyam good sed way.
The four boys walk to a fourth home.
Benny: Bigga Don! Yuh deh bout?A mi Benny an mi fren dema Trick-a-treat!
Bigga Don: Seh wah lickle yute? Yuh a walk an a beg Sweetie?
Benny: Yeah man … mi get some sweetie fram couple people down di road excep fi mean Nurse Philips.
Bigga Don: Mek mi si how much sweetie yuh have inna di bag deh yout.
Benny: A noh much but it can do. Si di bag here.
Bigga Don: Mek mi si wey yuh have. Yuh have some Icy-mint an juju sweetie.. Niiiiceness! Jus weh mi waan! My yute mi jus done smoke a spliff an mi ago hole an pan dem sweetie yah, zeen?
Benny: (starts to cry) Waaaaiii….mi waan back mi sweetie dem … waaaiii… mi ago tell mi madda seh yuh tek weh mi sweetie dem.
Bigga Don: Hush up yuh mout and move fram mi yaad gate wid di bag a cow bawling, before mi set mi bad dawg pan yuh backside! Run weh!
Benny: (sob, sob) Move and gwey! Yuh big dutty teif yuh!
© Joelle “Wendy” Wright
Bus Driver: (speaking on the intercom) Good marning an welcome to bus numba 40, running from Papine to Down Town Kingston. Please direct unu attention to di Ducta who will instruct yuh on our safety and model features.
Conductor: Hail up massive! We want you to know that you are riding on the safest bus dat run pan di di Papine to Down Town route. Dis mogle bus is owned and operated by Rough Rider transports Dis mogle can survive any adversities an cantravasies. As unu can si, dis bus get nuff lick up an bad man shot it up nuff time an it still a drive like new! This bus seats up to 55 passengers, howeva, due to our commitment to excellent service, wi do not leave anybady straddling in di streets. So expect to have up top 140 people in yah by di time wi reach down town.
During di journey we may encounta unexpected turbulences. These are known as pot holes. In di case of a sudden bump please refrain fram bawling out “Lard Jesas mi dead now!” – our driva is an experience driva an will mek sure di axle an wheel noh bruck aff inna wan a dem. But incase wi drap inna wan a dem pathole deh an cyaan come out, please do not climb troo di window dem til unu pay unu bus fare…I will shat unu r*ss wid mi 45.
This bus is not equipped with seat belts. Please hole on pon di railing when di bus a tun di carna dem. The bus is capable of driving pon 2 wheels around all corners and bends. When di bus a tun one wicked carna pon 2 wheelie, wi ask dat our seating passengers bear it if smaddy slide dung inna dem seat an squash yuh gainst di bus side. Our seating passengers may experience standing passengers loosing dem balance an falling ova pon unu . Please do not yell out “Hey batty bway, come off a mi r*ss lap!” Dat may cause a serious shoot out!
When unu coming aff di bus, please don’t expect di bus to come to a full stop. Wi asking dat yuh hop off a di bus step skillfully. If unu drap an lan pan unu backside an bruck unu *ss, Rough Rider noh response.
This is NOT a non-stop journey. As a matta fact, wi stop any which part wi waan. Wi stop at every yaad gate – all inna miggle road wi stop. Howeva dis bus noh stop fi police. Incase of an unexpected police chase, the driva will be forced to increase di normal speed from 100 ml/hr to 160 ml/hr. Yuh will be instructed to hole on tight an shet unu mout til wi drive weh lef di Babylon bway dem. Incase di bus get hijacked by a terrorist known as “pick pocket” – hole di bway an murda im to r*ss.
Finally, if wi reach Down Town inna one piece, please prepare for new passengers fi shoob unu dung before unu can get off. Noh mine dem …unu hafi undastan seh seat kina ration. Tank yuh for teking di ireiest Rough Rider bus pon di route and hope you enjoy di ride. DRIVA – PRESS OUT!!
© Joelle “Wendy” Wright
The Titanic was about to set sail from England to New York with hundreds of Jamaicans aboard. At the pier, some were saying their goodbyes to family and friends.
FITZROY: Airight baby love, tek care til mi come back, yuh hear? Yuh done know sey when mi reach a farrin’ an get mi paypas straight mi wi sen fi yuh soh wi can live nice, zeen?
WIFIE: OK sweethawt, tek care and mine yuh drown a sea. If mi eva hear sey yuh drown a gwine kill yuh! And Fitzroy, memba fi sen money by fi mi an di pickney dem when yuh ketch a New Yark, farrin.
Later that evening on board, the lower deck was pack filled with a massive crowd packed in like sardines. Some were nodding to the heavy base rhythms as DJ Daag Heart spins reggae tunes on the “Sea Love “sound system. The “deckhall” crew was partying like it was 1929. The ship was owned an operated by the Pot-head Naygah People (PNP). The ship’s Captain was preoccupied with kissing up to the big spenders on the ship.
CAPTAIN: Hi Mistress Minister of Transportation, yuh looking lovely wid all dem gold a glisten roun yuh neck dowe. Look how yuh fat an rosey. Hey Mister Prime Minister, mek wi kip wi fingas cross – no riots and deck blocks on the ship so far, eeh? (wink, wink)
PRIME MINISTER: Dat is because a don’t announce di fare increase yet… but I will have fi Minister of Finance deal wid dat layta.
At the controls on the upper deck were Sammy and Rupert. Both had been drinking Guinness stout to keep awake as evident by the empty bottles rolling back and forth on the floor.
SAMMY: Di bleezenaught place cold eeh rasta. Kiss mi neck!
RUPERT: Yuh tink a joke. If mi teet dem noh tap rakkle mi boun’ fi loose bout half dozen a dem to blouse an skirt!
SAMMY: A wonda how far wi deh now? Wi noh suppose to soon reach NewYark? How much a’clack yuh have Rupert?
RUPERT: Half pass ten and wi tell di port autorities dem sey di ship suppose to dock roun 9:30…but wi noh too late …9:30 is ‘bout 11:30 Jamaican time, soh wi pon track sed way.
SAMMY: (pointing in the sea) Is wah dat ova deyso ina di wata Rupert?
RUPERT: Dah big sinting dey? It look like a one oversize snow cone. A wonda a wah?
SAMMY: Mi noh too sure but a wan rahtid ugly looking sinting. Yow, mi ago phone di Captain. (He radios) Captain Barkley, one snow cone ina di way sar. What is we to do? *Hova han hout *
CAPTAIN: Bwaay a weh yuh a tell mi sey? Snow cone? Inna di sea?
SAMMY: Come look pan it den noh sar. Afta mi noh know a what it is sar.
The Captain appeared on deck and upon seeing the culprit he yelled:
CAPTAIN: Kiss mi false teet! ICEBERG, ICEBERG!! BLOW DI HARN, BLOW DI HARN!!
RUPERT: But if a iceberg sar, what blowing di harn gwine do? It nat gwine move outa di way!
CAPTAIN: Bwaay don’t back ansa mi, mi seh BLOW DI HARN!
So Sammy did has he was told and blew the horn.
SAMMY: Captain Barkley mi have a betta idea sah. Why wi noh jus lock up di steering wheel and cock di ship pan di side fi get roun di snowcone?
CAPTAIN: Airight den. But do yuh bes and mek sure yuh noh lick up mi ship pan dah sinting deh cause it noh insure. An memba seh unu a drive di ship unda suspended license so do – tek unu time.
Sammy and Rupert worked hard locking the steering to the right. The ship was by now sailing on the side and the passengers all fell on top of each other. Some panicked:
HIGGLER: Oye driva! Tek time roun di carna noh man! Try yuh bes jus let mi aff mek mi ketch aneda ship before yuh kill mi inyah.
Meanwhile, on the deck the three men watched in horror as the ship came dangerously close to the iceberg.
CAPTAIN:(Trembling): Eternal fadda bless our land. Rupert an Sammy, unu sey a likkle praya caus wi bout fi si pinnie walli up inyah.
SAMMY: Jus res yuh foot Capn’, wi dun safe. Wi ago mek it man. A years mi a drive ship!
And so as Sammy predicted, the ship cleared the iceberg.
RUPERT: Respec! What a wicked one wheelie dat was. (Pointing at the Captain) Kiss mi neck! Di Captn piss up im pants!
They all laughed and hugged and dapped fist as a sign of relief.
The Captain then spoke in the intercom to calm the fears of his passengers.
CAPTAIN: Ladies an genklemen, dis is your Captain speaking. Sarry bout di di lickle turbulence pan di watas. Wi jus dadge wan hellova iceberg itch up ina di sea. We about to land …eehhmm mi mean about to dock in about anoda half hour. Sit tightly and tenk unu for sailing the Titatnic. Your continued patronage is always welcome.
** The moral of the story: Had it been Jamaicans on the Titanic, it would not have crashed and sunk. It would have reached New York late but it would have gotten there in one piece, nonetheless.**
© Joelle “Wendy” Wright
Punchinella never got along with her two stepsisters – Precious and Peaches. She had an evil stepmother who was married to her first uncle before she married her dad.
Poor little Punchinella. Day and night on her knees scrubbing the floor with Geenie floor polish. Her step sisters did not have chores around the house. They would get up each day and put on fancy clothes and idle on the streets.
One day when Punchinella was cleaning out the cellar and an old woman approached her and asked, “Is yuh name Punchinella? Maas Pappi one duaghta? Laawd have mercy mi chile, how yuh clothes dem dutty soh and di piece a tie head pan yuh head black like tar?!”
PUNCHINELLA: Is who you modda? A fter mi neva si yuh ’roun dis district before.
OLD LADY:Yuh evil step modda know mi well dowe …she come to mi every Sunday morning. Mi is di obeah ooman weh live up di street side a di grave yaad. Yuh can jus call mi Godmodda.
PUNCHINELLA: Obeah ooman?! Is obeah mi step modda set pon mi mek mi tan soh Godmodda?”
OLD LADY: No mi dear chile, is not yuh she a wok obeah pan – a yuh daddy. But yuh neva hear dat from mi. Yuh know if yuh waan mi can wok some good obeah fi yuh, jus tell Godmodda what yuh want.
PUNCHINELLA: Well, tonight a Boxing Nite and mi waan goh a STING dance and mi noh have no clothes and no transportation But mi cyaan goh cause mi stepmoda seh mi nuffi lef di yaad.
OLD LADY: Pickney chile your wish is fimi command. Yuh can go a STING if yuh waan, but unda one condition!
PUNCHINELLA: YES! Dats is what I am talking bout! Unda what candition Godmodda?
OLD LADY:Yuh mus reach back a yuh yaad before 12 midnight because di car whey mi have fi yuh, di engine noh start paas 12’oclock. Plus yuh clothes ago turn back to dem piece a claat yuh a wear now. Soh mi a warn yuh – lef di place before di strike of midnight!
PUNCHINELLA: 12 o’clock?!! Is mite as well mi noh badda goh cause a dat time dance start fi lick an di man dem start pour in like ants!
OLD LADY: Den yuh noh can galang tan a yuh yaad den …afta mi noh caah!
PUNCHINELLA: Ah-right modda. Mi wi goh den. Weh di car deh? And what mi ago wear to di show? Mi noh waan mi sista dem fi recognize mi, do!
The Godmother chants in a religious tongue and POOF! Punchinella was dawned in a batty-rida shorts, a silver sequence bra top with some silver pumps to match. Her hair style was about 3 feet high with spurts of colored hair sprinkles. Outside was a shocking red Island Cruiser with gold plated rims an a spoiler that look like wings of an airplane.
PUNCHINELLA: Kiss mi toe tail!! GodModda mi a go mad di matie dem tonite!! All mi outfit a tek life noh rahtid!! But have mercy, di shorts out fi cut off mi circulation…a mek it soh tite?
OLD LADY: Punchinella hurry up an gwaan bout yuh business an tap ask question. An mikase cause if yuh noh come back before midnight , di car naah goh start. Cyan seh mi neva warn yuh.
Punchinella kissed her the God mother and off she went …VRRROOOMMMM!!!
She arrived at the dance and all eyes wandered in her direction. Punchinella kept walking. Soon the music got louder as she approached the stage. She could see her stepsisters drinking and smoking in the far corner with and looking on. They did not recognize her. As she got closer, she felt a stranger’s eyes watching her every move. She felt uncomfortable. Then the stranger approached her. He looked her in the eyes and held her close and said the sweetest thing any man has ever said to her:
DREADY: Greetings daughta, I and I is King Dready and an yuh a di Queen mi a look fah fi come live up ina I Kingdom. Soh weh di daughta a seh bout dat?
PUNCHINELLA: Me? Yuh waan me to be your Queen? Yuh own a Kingdom? Which part?
DREADY: How yuh mean? Mi ress up ina di hills a St.Ann. My Kingdom is as close to nature like I close to you now sistren. Strictly naturality I man deal wid. No roof top, no tielet, no walls fi kip I an I in bondage, ya’noh seet!
PUNCHINELLA: Dready, mi noh tink dat soun like any weh mi woulda waan live but anyway, come wi jus dance wid wi one aneda an chat bout yuh Kingdom layta ..cool?
DREADY: Yah man, dat cool.
And so they danced all night to the dance hall tunes as the artist performed one by one. The stage show MC announced: “Well crowd a people is 12 midnight and di band a go tek an intermission yah now, soh hole tite ‘til di next segment, zeen.”
PUNCHINELLA: Kiss mi rahtid! Is 12midnight arredi!?! Dready mi haffi goh. Laawd Jesas, di car naah go start yah now.
She rushes out of the dance quickly with Dready in pursuit…
DREADY: Hole on dey princess, a how yuh a rush fi leave di I lonely and destitute soh? Wait deh man! Weh yuh a goh?! (kiss teet). A how some ooman soh flighty-flighty sah? Chaaaa!
As she ran out of the dance, the heel of Punchinella’s shoes fell of on the pavement. Punchinella ran as fast as she could with one good shoe until she got to the car. She turned the keys in the ignition and got no response from the engine.
PUNCHINELLA: (holding her head) Lawd Jesas is what kina crassis dis pan mi tonite! Do cyar…start fi mi …beg yuh do!
She made another attempt. Still nothing. She gave in after the third attempt. She decided to walk home. Poor Punchinella walked for miles. Then she began to run until she was finally home just as her dancehall outfit turned back to rags. That evening as Dready left the show, he noticed the shiny silver shoe heel Punchinella left behind. He was sure that was his Queen’s shoe heel as he recognized it from earlier.
DREADY: Yes faada! Jah Bless! Is dah boot heel yah ago mek mi fine back mi Queen, fi real.
The next day, Dready walked from house to house trying to find the woman who owns a silver pumps missing a heel. Soon he came across this big house and knocked on the front gate. He called out :
DREADY: Anybody dey a yaad? Hole di daag!! Rasta noh trus noh mongrel, ya’ noh seeit!
When he was let in, the stepsisters claimed they had worn pumps that night and that their shoes had missing heels. But when Dready asked them to bring out the evidence, the shoes they brought were gold slippers and proved not to match the silver heel.
DREADY: Nobody else doan live on yah?
PEACHES: No. Is ongly wi stepsista and shi too ugly fi goh a dance soh mi know a cyaan fi har boot heel dat.
DREADY: Bring har out here mek I ask har if she recognize dis boot heel yah.
They called for Punchinella and when she appeared, she was astonished to see the Dread standing on the verandah steps.
PUNCHINELLA: What yuh want sar?
DREADY: Mi jus a try fi fine a ting dat bruck off har boot heel a di Sting show last night. Yuh own a silva boot?
PUNCHINELLA: Yes mi have one trow unda mi bed ina di house.
PRECIOUS: Yuh too dyam lie! Is where yuh get get silva pumps from? Fi yuh capital-W foot cyaan fit ina shoes much less.
PUNCHINELLA: Yuh noh worry bout dat . Excuse mi sar, mek mi goh fi di boot show yuh.
She came back showing her pumps that was clearly missing the heel.
DREADY: My Queen! Is yuh di teif mi heart last night like when Clifton did teif mi pound a weed last week?! Come yah mi lovely black princess mek a squeeze yuh tite!
PRECIOUS: But is what going on in here? Yuh did dey a Sting last night wid Dready?!
DREADY: Hey you big lip gal, jus mine how yuh a talk to my Queen yuh noh. I an I screw pon di loud talking ina my Queen ears ole, zeen. Punchinella pack up yuh tings and come wi lef outa babylon!
PUNCHINELLA: Afta mi noh have nutten fi pack up. Mi ready like Freddy Dready.
DREADY: Soh yuh mean yuh not even have couple draws an one nighty fi pack?
PUNCHINELLA: No…nat a ting Dready!
DREADY: Airight come wi leave out. If yuh stepsista Precious knee dem neva soh knock mi woulda carry har wid mi to, but Jah know seh di knee dem mek up too much rahtid nize when she walk.
Off they went as King and Queen on Dready’s Honda 50 bike. The two was soon lost in the cloud of smoke trailing behind the bike. That was the last the community and her family saw of Punchinella.
© Joelle “Wendy” Wright