6 months! 6 months of denial, 6 months of anger, 6 months of hatred, 6 months of bargaining,6 months! It was time to accept what was clear before her and stop this waste; before it continued for another 6 months. Beverly had enough and she could no longer lay in bed, closing her eyes to what was so conspicuously laid before … Continue reading Short Story: Excerpt from Gray Shades, 6 months (Beverly) by Denise N. Fyffe
It is the witching hour and Alana needed a friend. Where were the so-called friend's when she needed them? In moments like this, when she felt her soul creeping over to the dark side. Throughout her life, she was always questioning either the quality of friends or the function of her friends in her life. … Continue reading Short Story: Excerpt from Gray Shades, Muddy and Friendless (Alana) by Denise N. Fyffe
Recently the police have been conducting raids on parties and they have arrested children, who should otherwise be in their beds, and their parents face prosecution as well. After I wrote my article, I discovered this article: 20 children arrested at party in Seaview Gardens
It is the natural order of life for males to be attracted to females. It is a natural game for one to seek the other and hopscotch their way into a relationship. What is not natural is seeing young boys and girls openly engaging in big man and big woman activities.
Violence, is a common reaction for people bred in a volatile community. I am not used to it, nor am I trying to assimilate to such a culture. It is hard enough trying to consistently curb my own inclinations to such.
Its a constant war, Its a constant tug and fight; I keep here babies bawling morning, noon and night; All I here is bawling, bawling, bawling; All I here is crying, crying, crying; Tears and more tears But no one seems to care.
Zinnn, whum! “What da hell!” I exclaimed, flying out of my sofa as all appliances and electronics gave up di ghost. I moved quickly to my living-room window and door to see what had happened outside. It sounded like Transformers and Optimus Prime had landed in my front yaad or di military had finally decided … Continue reading Seaview Gardens: The Rass and di light wire by Denise N. Fyffe
A ‘wukliss mumma’. One of those who open their legs to men for favours, have the babies and abandon them as soon as they can walk. Spitting out three children and now they crawl through the pathways of Seaview Gardens, constantly and at all hours of the night. I itch to write his story, to … Continue reading Seaview Gardens: Wukliss Mumma by Denise N. Fyffe
“Yuh tink me an yuh a size!” Almost every Jamaican child has heard this volley back at them in the heights of their misbehavior. It is no simple utterance and must be taken as a premeditated threat with serious repercussions to follow, which aims to put you back into your place.
Not too many people know about this little known fact; well except for those who drive vehicles and live in Seaview Gardens. Contrary to what you are led to believe, rubbish is burnt almost every night at the Riverton City dump. To the extent that when I wake up in the mornings, the evidence is … Continue reading Seaview Gardens: The Ashes by Denise N. Fyffe
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