Thoughts of a minibus traveller

I deh in de back of de bus and I see a lil stir. Conductor leaning head out of de window and trow' some comment at somebody and I see de two lady next to me look outside and smile.. an she someting. I look outside and I see couple people.. is near Bourda Market but nuttin dat seh laff.. I seh wid a smile.. eh ', what yuh seh... she smile and seh.. no nutting just dat yuh does know dem.. i seh 'oh who'? and she seh.. dat boy.. who was walking like a gyurl.. you does know dem.. i look back and i kind of see a boy who might be fling hands like me.. and who just come out of barber shop and I think of all de boys who like dat.. and I seh.. but but.. once dem aint do nobody nutting right? .. and she seh yes  yes.. nutting wrang wid dem.. and I seh.. but you know plenty of dem doan walk like gyurl some ah dem mo big and strang dan me and you.. and she laff.. An i think bout last week, de same conversation wid nice people who talk about 'dese people' and 'dere...

The man said "Yuh write well, man - u should write. Fuh real" and I think he is taking the piss. As life has it I write on the blog and I write letters to the editor and I write on Facebook. (And this is blog post number 400 which is another thing about writing and not writing ) And I will get paid for writing a user manual and after I write a small report which cannot cover the details and experiences in a particular workshop. I can't seem to write everything. Like how I can't write about how the two women, elders in their churches talked about equality even though they know they don't like same sex marriage but they  have made progress. Like how I can't write about the man who don't want to be an activist but want to be able to do something for his friend who he think is gay but who has not told him anything about that. Like how I can't write about conversations about corrupt police terrorize some of their neighbours and how not far from ...

This is the 399th blog post - I thought it was 400th. I am writing this post when I should be doing other things.. in other words very much feeling like how I wrote the other 398 or so Touched up rainbow on the wall from some glass at sunrise The 100th post in August 2010 was thinking about All work is God's work ; the 200th post in September 2011 was Celebrating the wasting of time   and Smoking weed was on my mind in the 300th blog post in February 2013.    This almost 400th post - I imagined myself doing something deep , meaningful, readable, in less than 400 words which would get 400 hits in 400 seconds.. Number of hits on some of the posts over the last couple of weeks Some things during last 100 posts.. A man asked about publishing a book - I think he was making a joke. I thought though of how fragile this blog is, how a few mouse clicks could make all this disappear. And I like how this thing is here for as long as Google wants it to be...

Image from http://www.clipartbest.com Should I answer the phone? Do you still have my number? Is it a wrong number? How should I answer? Would my voice show my shock? Should I answer the phone? Should I cut it off? Would it ring again after the first disconnect? Should I answer the phone? What should I say when you ask 'how'? Can I make small talk? How do I talk normally to hide that I am glad to hear from you and also sad at the memories of previous times? Do you really want to borrow the book from me? Why did you call me of all people?  Do you want to talk to me? Is the book an excuse to make contact? How could I make this easy for you? What do I do when I get the book? Do I call you? Do I email you? Do I text you? How quickly can I get the book so that I could contact you? How am I going to give you the book? How will I collect the book from you when you are done? Will we talk about the book? Will we ever talk again? Will we ever talk for hours again without boundaries?...

Red Thread organise their picket to support the rights of domestic workers at the corner of Regent and Cummings Street just as the May Day Parade pass. I take a placard that mark "Domestic workers are not indentured workers' because I tink it link to de coolie ting about indentureship in a few days.. and somebody pass and ask if is duh I doing now. We had some waiting at de junction. Dey had some nice young people stand up at de corner opposite , in red tee shirt. And some police. Den we hear a boom boom, den a car alarm guh aff and den yuh hear de music. De young people in red tee shirt spring into action and sharing out GAWU labour day message.  I tell one of de gyurl dat i aint want nutting, dat I used to wuk wid Guysuco. She seh she doan wuk deh. In a nice way.  She mussee does have nuff people wondering if she does wuk backdam . The unions coming down the road.. behind de truck with the big boom box dey have more truck wid odder boom box Rum I had...