"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 

Gently opening news and some people meeting dey dead as we say here. Accident. Or over in the Middle East where they shout their equivalents of you gun dead and kill children and others. 

My social media timeline though still has things about the Christians upset at the Paris Olympics 2024 thing which might have been about the last supper. None of those Christians offended though at the 'you gun dead' going on in the Middle East, except for one thing I see where the man in Iran also offended at the French last supper and at Israel. 

As the woman reminded me 'you gun dead'..

My friend brings a big bag of genip and I wondering if I could eat all this genip before I dead . 

'Yes.. ' she says.. 'it will melt in your mouth..' and 'you could share..;'

And so it is that thoughts of deading aside as I snap the genip with teeth which can still snap the genip. and then having to hold the head back a bit so that the juice could fall in the mouth as I open the shell and take the whole genip in and roll around with tongue, cheeks and so and not needing to use the teeth which are chewing less and less.

Sometimes you can keep a genip in your mouth long as you kind of suck out the sweetness out of the fibre and off the seed. These though, disappearing fast and then I realise that I am snapping, drinking, spitting out seed and going back again and then thinking I should look and make sure that I aint putting no 'rotten' one in my mouth which could dissolve quick and go down just as easy. 

But then I say.. nah man, that will slow down the enjoyment..

And I realise is more like drinking the genip because there is no use of the teeth and nothing is left back, all the pulp and so going down.

And so the bag which I thought I could not consume and was thinking of sharing.. and I remember the woman shouting at me because I looked beyond the blood on her clothes and did not want to share my money with her ..'You gun dead'..

And so grateful then that while I not dead, that I could shift thoughts from deading and dying and death and so and drink the genip.