Tuesday, February 23, 2010
MI GET BOUT TWO EMAIL BOUT THIS INSTYLE CREW WAR WHEY A GWAAN....PEOPLE UNNO STOP BLAME PEOPLE AND STOP POINT FINGERS... BECAUSE TRUST MI UNNO A BLAME DI WRONG PERSON...UNNO KNOW WHO UNNO A BLAME AND IS NOT SHE... AND DI PERSON WHEY SEN IN DI TING KNOW SAY A SHE A GET DI BLAME SO UNNO STOP IT. YES PEOPLE HAVE FEELINGS AND SOMETIMES WHEN PEOPLE TALK BOUT TINGS WHEY OBVIOUS SOMETIMES A DAT TIME PEOPLE TEK OFFENCE... WE ALL ARE WOMEN AND AT THE END OF THE DAY YES FEELINGS HURT BUT WAR UNECESSARY... AND ALL A DI ''NEW PEOPLE'' DEM WHEY A SIGN UP AND A TALK UP TINGS UNNO STOP.. BECAUSE UNNO KNOW SAY DI PEOPLE DEM UNEASY AND INA WAR OVA IT STOP... ALL A WE COME YAH FI LAUGH AND TING BUT DI SERIOUS WAR NUH CALL FAH.. MOUT MEK FI TALK ANYTING ..DI PEOPLE DEM WHEY A TALK ALL WHEY NUH CALL FAH LOW DI PEOPLE DEM NOW... UNNO A LOG ON AND A TALK ALL WHEY NUFFY TALK... ... INSTYLE AINT NOTHING FI FIGHT OVA.. PLEASE MI A BEG N PLEAD WID UNNO FI DONE IT...
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As I looked at Belle who was steadily bracing herself for what appeared would be a fight with the 'gaddess' who was walking over to where 'R' and myself were having steady conversation, he cupped my chin in his face, tunred me towards him and quickly pecked my cheek and asked if I could see him later. I smiled and nodded towards his companion who by now had just reached over to where we were and began shouting angrily.
"A which dutty gyal dis yuh deh yah wid!? A who di bloodclaaat she!? Hey gyal tek yuh hand offa mi man before yuh loose it rassss..." her hand was in mid-air ready to lash out at me when her sentence was cut short by Belle who menacingly stepped in front of me and 'R' and proceeded to take her on.
"Listen to mi Jancrow bait, yuh don't know who yah bloodclaat ramp wid, so before yuh buy a coffin know who di mumma rassclaat yah deal wid! If yuh tink yuh big an brite put a han pon har or miself an si if wi nuh limb up yuh bloodclaat rite yahso!" she growled under her breath. Ahhh, my friend, I thought smiling, always ready for a fight, and never scared of confrontation. I was about to join in when I felt a squeeze on my hand. 'R' stepped in front of Belle ane myself and grabbed her roughly byt the arm. "Hey gyal, anybody tell yuh fi come right yahso? Mine a lick out yuh rass teet dem enuh! Go ova deh so before a bruk up yuh bloddclaat!". And with that he shoved her so hard that she almost fell back. Shame, anger, humiliation spread across her face. She eyed me threateningly, looked at Belle and muttered under her breath "watch oonu self" before she sulked off to the far corner of the car wash where the other artiste was.
'R' turned backed to me and apologised to me about what happened. He promised he would set it right and that I would have no more trouble with her in the future. And that he would picke me up later. He said he would send over some liquor for me and my 'brave an boasy' fren, laughed, kissed me on the cheek again, asn said he would call me whil walking away. The last thing I heard as I watched he retreating figure was "dat bloddclaat gyal! A gwine sen har back a har mumma up a farrin. Damn bloodclaat briet!".
I stiffled a giggle as Belle turned to me. "Listen Bree, yuh si whe di muma rassclaat ma tell yuh bout! It nuh worth di heartache nor money a deal wid dem artiste yah enuh! A beer drama always follow dem, an a nuff lickkle chicken head will war yuh fi him! It nuh worth it!" she shook her head violently. I agreed with her and reassured her of what my plans were with 'R', once I had that taken care of, I would be on my way. She shook her head again, even though she appeared to be cooling down somewhat, said she didn't like it one bit, but from now on anywhere I went, Saph and herself would come with me. I smiled and said "yes Mommy", and hugged her. By the time we walked over to where her car was washed, waxed and ready for us to collect and leave, a member of staff came over to us with a small basked of premium alcohol. Ciroc, Grey Goose, and a couple bottles of Henessey, compliments of 'R'. I took them, laughed at Belle who only smiled and shook her head again, and went in the car.
Later, Saph, Belle and myself went to the ultimate and happening club in New Kingston where we just wanted to hang out and have fun. At about 3:00 am when the DJ was doing a great mix of dancehall's two contending heavyweight, Saph nudged me and whispered to me that some of Kingston's most notorious and infamous groupies were now in the area, and how fun it would be to watch them prowl the club try to prey upon their next targetfor sustenance, you know, the normal, money, cothes and hair extensions. Myself and Belle watched as a few celebrity Babymothers mingled with their frenemy groupies, including an infamous groupie who it was widely rumoured to have been with almost all the DJ's in the camp whose colour of choice was full black. Belle looked at her with disgust, mutturing something about dutty gyal dem having no shame, no pussy principle, and fuck fi a meal or something of the sort. I was just amused at how the clowns were out in full display, as each groupie made sure to display her significant 'asset' to whomever was interested, and for the right price, I guessed.
About half an hour after that I saw an infamous groupie, nicknamed 'cutty' or 'cutty ranks' by some decide to go over to where the VIP section was, where some wealthy looking men and a few new and upcoming artistes were hanging out. Shortly after Belle nudged me and I looked in her direction to see 'R' and his entourage enter the club. Apparently I was not the only one who saw him, as cutty made a beeline straight for him and began to whisper in his ears. He was about to respond to her when he saw me, whispered something back, then headed in my direction. I saw her gaze in my direction and a look of annoyance crossed her face. 'R' came over to where me and my girls were and proceeded to chill with us for a while. Later, minutes after four in the morning I confided to Belle and Saph that I would be spending the remainder of the morning with 'R' and that I would call them when I arrived home. They protested, but I managed to leave the club amid looks of concern from them, and a look of pure hate and badmind from Cutty. Later Bitch, I thought. This is how you play the game.
'R' and I headed to one of his apartments uptown, before we arrived there he rolled another sixty grand in my hand as an 'apology' for what had happened earlier with his babymother and told me that he had taken care of the problem. He rolled some weed, smoked while we sped along constant spring road in the wee hours of the morning, and after about ten minutes we reached his apartment uptown. It was pretty impressive, but not about as impressive as the game I was ready to start with him. I had a slice of my cake, now it was time to find out what it was made of.
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