The Jamaican Boy

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Submitted: April 04, 2017

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The Jamaican Boy

I roam around the streets of Jamaica with happiness glued to his mind because of what he is seing. Everybody on the streets filled with happiness. The music is loud flying like the wind through the streets. Attracting attention to the all the near houses. Father, mother, brothers and sisters heading out to join the Dance Party Filling the atmosphere with heat and joy. I however am walking right through the party. Walking to my long known friend Bobby. I have known Bobby since kindergarten, Bobby was a problem maker and i was the solution guy. Approaching Bobby’s house, the smoke of the nearby house is seen. DING DONG! Bobby seems to not react as fast as he usually does. However, after some time he opens the door suspiciously slow. ¨Get in¨ he says, i simply nod and walk in. Bobby’s house as always painted with lime green walls and full with bob Marley plates on the desk. Bobby is living alone, his parents leaved him alone in a foster home a few years ago. The parents whereabouts or identity has remained a mystery for Bobby. Bobby has a reputation of being a junkie. It is true that he has been caught smoking weed by his non biological parents. That got Bobby immediately kicked out of their home. Years later, the DEA caught him producing heroin in USA and got send back to Jamaica. The worst part is that Bobby is addicted and tends to risk his life for an ounce or two. The drug dealers have a problem with people not paying back. It can get messy for Bobby or even me considering i am his closest friend. He would drag me without knowing it himself. Jamaica has been known to be a country that has produced massive sum of weed and the consequence of that is my friends suspicious behavior and health. I have a family on the other hand and i can’t let them lose me because of Bobby’s reckless choices. ¨Sit down¨ Bobby seems concerned too. I sit down and Bobby walks to the kitchen bringing ananas juice to both of us. ¨Bobby, what concerns you¨ I just had to ask. ¨Paulo, he has been acting weird¨ Paulo one of Bobby’s closest friends that first introduced him to the drug business. The room that was now filled with concerns by both of the Jamaican boys was now starting to boil. ¨Don’t tell me you forgot to pay him back, he will kill you¨ Bobby startet sweating. ¨What if i told you if that was the case what would you do¨ the question left me wondering. ¨I don’t know Bobby¨ I just didn’t know at that moment, but i knew what was going to come out of Bobby’s thick lips ¨I need help¨ Bobby’s body screamed help at all directions. I went to the JVC radio and inserted a Bob Marley cd. Pushed my finger to the play button. You could still hear the music from the streets. A awkward silence crawled through our skin. ¨What and when¨ Bobby seemed a bit more relieved. His rasta hair was dry and his lips full with scratches. ¨Christian’s gang, we have to talk or later things might go real bad¨ Bobby took out a sum of money from his desk. ¨Let’s go¨

The dance party right at my left was full of people from all generations. Happy and enjoyed by the company of Reggae music coming from the speakers and surrounded by palm trees. Bobby was leading me the way to Christian’s gang. We were walking for a long time until we were close. The houses on this side of town where poorly structured. A delayed infrastructure. Jamaica didn’t have the best infrastructure after all, but the culture was there all along. The Jamaican weed industry had given Jamaica a worse picture. There were lights on the streets reflected by small Jamaican statues. It wasn’t that late, the sun was drowning down the beach surrounded by palm trees. ¨To the right¨ Bobby added with his heavy Jamaican accent. The smell of fresh drugs sneaked through my nose. We turned right seeing families sitting by their houses. As deeper in we went as different the atmosphere got. At first it was warm but later it changed. Tons of drugs planted on the fresh ground and without even expecting it. Christian approached ¨Hey bro, you got the cash¨ We both looked at each other. ¨Yes just take it¨ Christian seemed angry of the money delay. ¨Why did you not pay me earlier we had a deal and you broke it¨ Christian headed back to the gang members. All of them had brown eyes, Rasta hair and tattoos. I automatically turned back, to did Bobby. Split second later we started running. ¨Hey, where are you going ¨ Christian knew what was going on but it was too late. Once we were gone, we never saw Christian again. I and Bobby learned an important lesson in life from that experience that night.

 


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