Page 61 of Not My Type
I follow Gutta outside leaving my mother and Zara inside. The look on his face is alarming. Him have bad news. “Wah gwaan now?” I’m curious, but I manage to hold onto my composure.
“Genius show me a vibe weh gwaan ova Zara this morning,” he says surprising me. Zara? Mi feel say money missing or smaddy drop out enuh. I didn’t expect it to be about Zara.
“Wah kinda vibe?” I ask him, my eyebrows pull together involuntarily.
“Genius a tell mi seh har father did a loud up him voice pon har and all box har enuh me killer.” Box who?
My anger flares. “Wah yuh seh?” I ask even though I hear him clearly.
How Zara nuh tell me bout this?
I’m in my thoughts wondering what my next move should be. Mi know seh a him daughter but who dare him fi put him hand in har face? Him mussy sick. Mi nuh like when man put them hand pon woman enuh. Mi nuh care wah dem do— even if a yuh daughter. A wasteman style dat.
“Mi a guh deal with it, which part him deh?” my voice deadly. “Mi a guh page him.”
“A Marie bar him deh all the time enuh mi killa,” Gutta tells me. Eeeh? Alright mi go show him sup’m. Badness? my subconscious asks. Just a guh have a talk with him. Yuh mean warn him?
“Mi a guh cut, bring home Momz,” I instruct and walk away.
“You a go alone?” Gutta is dubious.
“Just do wah mi seh mon,” I breathe and he shakes his head.
“Dawg mi nuh 3 want yuh guh desso alone enuh,” he’s concerned.
My enemies are a jillion. It’s always good to be on alert and that’s why I’m always rolling with my inner gang but that doesn’t mean I can’t handle them on my own. “It Gov mon,” I assure him.
He doesn’t agree. I can tell by the way he’s looking at me. He sighs. “Nick, me can make Micheal carry home yuh mother. The Golf bwoy dem will try an’ violate.” He’s right.
“And yuh know that too,” he finishes.
“Ah,” I sigh then he walks behind me inside.
Just as I expected, my mother is saying something she shouldn’t.
Har mout buss
“Oh kayyy! Cause me know yuh fit Ms. Williams description. Woiii! The bwoy dem a go kill mi!” she laughs.
Zara’s eyebrows are up. It’s an expression I can’t read. It’s a mixture of astonishment with a little disappointment but I still can’t place what exactly it is. She’s thinking the wrong thing.
“Dem talk bout m— ”
“Mommy?” I interrupt them but mommy continues.
“The famous Ms. Williams, Jordane ever a talk bout,” she giggles.
Mommy a informa enuh.
“Yea?” Zara smiles.
See? I can’t tell if it’s a façade. I don’t think she likes the fact that we spoke about her. She’s probably thinking that it was of a negative nature.
“We a leave now,” I tell Mommy but her mouth is on spring.
“Yes mi dear, him muss vex now that a him bredda a talk to you,” she continues while puffing her spliff. Mommy nuh hear me? She deaf?
“Mamz wi a cut now,” my voice cold. They both look at me.
