Page 157 of Not My Type
“Alright,” Mama says packing out the groceries and we help her. In no time we’re done.
Mama looks at us. “Guess wah mi nuh have in a the soup?” I shrug when nothing comes to my mind.
“Yam?” Sash tries. Mama shakes her head before she starts digging through her pocket.
“Mi want unuh buy some pepper over the shop fi me.”
“Mama mi a go use my money,” I say and she smiles. Mi think mi have some extra money in my purse. Alright rich gyal.
“Okay stretch yuh foot likkle bit cas yuh nuh walk round desso from when,” she says and I chuckle as I walk out.
“Mi wah wi go a beach tomorrow,” Sash says, closing the grill. Good idea. A long time mi nuh go a beach.
“That nuh sound bad,” I smile as I cross the road.
“Gavin gone out with the gyal enuh, that’s why yuh nuh see him but mi a go tell him fi come with wi tomorrow!” She says excitedly before she claps her hands.
“Gyal nuh Friday a yuh birthday!?”
“Yess,” I laugh.
She starts twerking in the road briefly before she walks off. Sash a sup’m else enuh.
“Wi could a go a The Yard,” she suggests. “Or Dinner in the Sky,” she adds. “Yuh nuh decide which restaurant yah go yet?” I guess because of my indecisive ways she asks. Mi never think bout it yet.
“Duh, Mystic Thaiii,” I playfully say, also making a mental note of the two she just suggested.
As I approach the shop, I spot a white Mark X with a lot of people around it. D’
scamma national car. Sash starts smiling hard.
“Hey is a scamma that?” She asks as she pulls up her shorts. I’m convinced she’s obsessed with them. Like why? Nickoi nuh one miss? The only one I can tolerate.
“Mi nuh know,” I retort before I walk into the shop. Mi not even look at dem cause mi no able.
“Hey,” I smile at the shopkeeper and she pulls the window.
“Wah’m Zena,” she smiles.
“A Zara. Yuh forget mi name?” I ask and she laughs. Mi feel a way when people behave like dem nuh member mi name enuh. Yuh can too ‘feel a way’ you a mussi Spice.
“Yuh see true it so unique, mi eva a mix it up,” she explains.
“Alright. Yuh have pepper?” I ask looking on the counter. “Mi want some pepper.”
“Yes mi have pepper but mi affi go over the house fi some,” she says and walks out of the shop quickly.
“Thickaz,” I hear and I continue looking around the shop awkwardly because I know that he’s talking to me. Cause Sash is a slimmaz.
“A mi cousin and she have har man,” Sash tells him. Period.
“Mi nuh business if she have a man,” he says. Him brite eeeh ?
“Dave yuh affi business enuh cause har man a bad man,” Sash tells him and he chuckles.
“Eeeh mi have mi strap too enuh,” he says surprising me and I look around. His dark brown eyes are set on me. He wears polo but he doesn’t wear it well. Clearly he doesn’t understand the assignment.
“Psssssst,” he starts. The man a spray baygon. Inwardly, I roll my eyes.
