Just a stranger here, I'm watching them. Twisting hard against more spinners in the soup for them. An outsider's view of big Earth from Moronia where I come from 1st, every time.
Some messages, as seen through one man's eyes, on the roads traveled in one lifetime. Told with poetic flair, and snippets of Jamaican Patois are inserted here and there throughout, as may be found fitting. Yeah man, yes, a Jamaica yaad mi cum fram. Oh! Sorry, I meant to say, I'm from Jamaica, okay?
Just another poem of the times, told from a Carib-Jamericanadian perspective. In a richly blended language mix of; nonsense talk, sensational spelling, double entendre, poetry, and Jamaican Patois. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. Yeah, Man, a Jamaica yaad mi come fram, sorry, I meant to say; I'm Jamaican born and bred, okay?
"It's time to do your medication, dear," she said, to her husband lying there, on the bed. Continuing the Christmas tale, after all, it's almost that time.
No, not all men are dogs. Some are jack-as-is and mount keys too.
The Stakeout. Note, that some matters are omitted from the story here, but you can always pick up a copy of the "Manley book," it's listed among my books above as "How to train a wild puppy dog named Manley."
