Luv in de minibus wid Shah Rukh

Bus man pass and come back fuh me. I watch de front seat.. i see de head wid de long hair dat dey lil close to de head wid de cap on de head in de front seat Kal Ho Na Ho..

playing.. I seh morning.. and start singing.. gyurl look at me like I gun spoil she bus ride. Bus man look at me and kind of look away shame shame. I aint ketch what going on.. gyurl like she whispering in de ears. Bus man like he deh lil bad. I want fuh seh.. I know texting while driving is illegal but should a bus man get bassidy and want fuh crash.. ah mean.. ow man, yall cyan wait.. I look fuh see if dem wearing wedding ring.. but nah.. if dem was wearing wedding ring ah tink she would ah been conducting de bus.. Me mind wandering. but gyurl sideways glancing at me like I cutting up runnings.. Next ting is see is bus man tek he hand down and dem holding hands.. now all dat is nice and so on ..but not when I is de bus driver.. but de music nice.. and dis is not young luv.. de bus man look lil friken.. like is a long time since a gyurl whispering in he ears and playing wid he hand.. De song done.. and den I hear de gyurl wid an accent which I hope is not Guyanese seh someting about how I could go down to mattai and get green peas or someting fuh mek soup.. deh hand dem loose off.. i want to say tank you to de announcer gyurl because I didn't want fuh know dat Shah Rukh gun mek de bus man crash de bus and dat tanks to she and she green peas soup de bus man put back all two ah he hand pun de wheel..

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