"You gun dead..." - a meditation while drinking the genip..
"You gun dead fuh duh.." the woman shouted at me. She had on a head wrap with orange and pink and yellow, a black Covid mask, the long sleeved shirt which had a spectrum of deep blue to light blue and what might have been blood stains. I remembered the blue shirt with the blood stains and I reminded her of the first time we met. Then, she had raised up the blue shirt with one hand, and shown the bloodied bandage around her belly and in the other hand a paper which said was from GPHC saying that she needed to buy some clamp for three thousand dollars to complete a surgery. I had given her some but not all the money then, in shock. Shock and some guilt that I had not gone with her to demand that she get full free treatment and that the hospital buy the clamp. She had blessed me. This time though, the blood didn't shock me so much into my wallet and she shouted at me 'you gun dead' and I shouted back "all ah we gah fuh dead". Drinking genip Gen...