The snow expedition was my introduction to winter. Like most Yardie new to America, it was a culture shock. I had no choice but to embrace the new environment. This led to my next misadventure. It started the day following my blizzard experience in the park. Despite feeling sick, I refused…
Part 1: Cold a Bite Me As a young yardie, I lived in Lethe Crossing, a rural mountainous community in St. James, Jamaica. It offered a picturesque backdrop that felt like it had sprung straight from a vivid daydream. Large homes with expansive properties dotted the landscape, each estate separated…
In the vibrant pulse of Kingston’s heart, where the rhythm of life beats at its most frenetic, April stood frozen. Around her, the town thrived as it approach its midday crescendo. Street vendors hawked vibrant fruits and spicy jerk chicken, their calls weaving through the air like a melody. Cars…
In the heart of Kingston, where the hustle of the city meets the calm of the suburbs, lived Marcia, a middle-aged woman. She had a spirit as vibrant as the town's lively streets. Every morning, she wakes up, get dress and followed the same path to the market. Her steps…
John sat at his cluttered office desk, the fluorescent lights flickering above him. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he sighed, trying to concentrate on his work. The phone on his desk buzzed with it echoes blasting throughout the room, interrupting the monotony of the day. He picked it…
Abico watched the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the secluded Maroon village, nestled at the edge of an ancient forest hidden in the rolling hills of the Jamaican mountainside. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and the distant sound of drumming heralded the eve…
Old newspapers rustled and danced through the air, their weathered pages fluttering and spinning in a graceful ballet. Small debris, carried on the gentle ocean breeze, pirouetted along the sidewalk, creating a whimsical spectacle of movement and life. A mad man wandered aimlessly through the beach area, leading to a…
In the heart of the whispering woods, under the glow of a crescent moon, Lena stumbled upon a clearing she had never seen before. The air buzzed with a strange magic, a silent hum that seemed to call out to her very soul. At the center of the clearing stood…
The dim streetlight outside painted a sepia tint on the peeling wallpaper in Leroy's Brooklyn apartment. Each day, the memories of Jamaica grew more vibrant, clashing starkly with the muted colors of his current life. The distance between the vibrant island and this towering city seemed immeasurable. He was startled…