Diaries of a Portmore Chick

[Venn]

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Tank yuh.

Maybe wi wi link up a wan a dem bashment deh, noh true mi traveling P ((UG))? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

A nuff membas pan yah live a MD maybe dem wi gi yuh a Welcome to farrin bashment [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] ...aldowe yuh weh deh yah arready [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

[sistactry]

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larks Ms P, a nuh lie dem a tell eno, u caan write nuh blow wow, [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img] (me too did a picture de fishing village and ting) [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

dahlin, me know exactly how u feel, cawse a same way me did feel too, but me tell me self say, me was just gween finish school, and go back hom,e whaa, cyaan leff Jamaica, nuh whey nuh betta dan yaad,

and see me yaaa, from how long, how long, suh

lissen to wha Jedi say...nuh pu dung nuh roots yaaa, SERRUS TING,

anyway dahlin, when u come a MD, link we and we muss buck up a bashment,

hush babes, every likkle ting gween be arright, a suh dem say, and is chue ting, believe it, [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

[msportmore]

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Originally posted by CTRY:
[qb]larks Ms P, a nuh lie dem a tell eno, u must tek up writing, dat was great, still me know how u feel, because a de same way me did feel how much years ago,

lissen to wha Jedi say...nuh pu dung nuh roots yaaa, cawse den u stuck like we, and cyaan move, SERRUS TING,

anyway dahlin, when u come a MD, link we and we muss buck up, me cyaan wait fe hug u up, [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] hussh babes, every likkle ting gween be arright, [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img] [/qb]

Lawks...Tenk oonu yu hear? Tenk oonu verily much!

[sistactry]

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u faas pon de draw man, caw see deh, a nuh suh me say again, DWL [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] (a joke, u badd, u baddd) [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

[carl68ou1]

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Originally posted by golden_eyes:
[qb]

Originally posted by carl68ou1:
[qb]) and you have Ladies night at Cactus, Friday to recover, and everyting criss!![/qb]

Mi did tink sey dem clowse Cactus. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif[/img]

Ms.Portmore, I feel your pain. I was in Portmore last december and didnt want to leave.I wish you the best in you new journey[/qb]

To rahtid, dat show how much time mi spen inna portmore the last time!!

[msportmore]

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TANK U JEESAS! TANK U JEESAS! TANK U JEESAS!

I had to move the phone from my ear as Mommy yelled all praises to the God of Abraham, Isaac and of course, the God of Mommy who caused har baby daughta fi get chroo at di hembassy!

As I listened to my Mom on the other end of the phone crying and laughing and talking to me all at the same time, I was overcome with emotion. Couldn't help it. Tried to fight back the tears - but I couldn't. She heard me sniffling and said "Yes mi chile! Cry di tears af joy! Finally all 4 a mi pickney cyan come ya wid mi!" I continued to sniffle. It wasn't tears of joy. But she didn't have to know that. She had worked hard over the years and she deserved to have all her kids with her. Yes, I was happy for her - but I couldn't share in her joyous emotion. As I hung up the phone, I felt what I was trying to fight back when I was on the phone....a tight knot travelled to my throat and declared it would not move. If you have ever known what it feels like to be caught between 2 extremes, then you know what I felt like after hanging up the phone.

My eyes are swollen now. Red and swollen. I can't come out of my room because everyone will ask the inevitable "A wah wrang wid yu?"

And I wont be able to say to them "I don't want to leave my country" Because they will say "Pickeny a wa do yu? Yu betta galang a farin an Western Unian mi!"

I lay on the bed crying my eyes out for about 10 minutes (which is all you will get without some crazy interuptions) STARRRRRYYYY, Umbrella Repair Man! Any Umbrella Mi Repair It!!, BAAAKLE MAN! These sounds continue to penetrate the afternoon air. Fudgy blowing his horn on his Honda 50, the whistle of the Peanut Man's cart, and of course, Rambo barking up a strom at the school kids teasing him as they pass the yard.

Quickly I dry my tears and get dressed to leave the house. I have to go see my lifelong friend Troody. Troody lives 3 houses down from me and has been there ever since "mi yeye de a mi knee**. We went to Bridgeport Primary together, then we pass CXC together, both applied for Wolmers and Childhood (cause we liked the uniforms). We both passed for Wolmers.

**knock knock**

Troody?? Trooooddyyyyy!!!!!

She peeped out the window and I knew she was crying. She had seen me come from the embassy earlier and when she didn't see me come to her house, she knew that I had gotten the stamp.

I pushed the gate and walked into her yard which had through the years become my very own. As I walked up the driveway, I felt the lump coming back in my throat.

[j-kid]

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SOH WHAT HAPPENED WID TRUDY???????! Tell Wi noh!

[msportmore]

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I walked in the house and said “Good Evening Miss Campbell” to Trudy’s mom and forced a smile. “Yu come fi yu dina?” “Den nuh muss Miss Cyamb’l?” Miss Campbell had been like a mother to me ever since my mom went away years ago…Then when I came back home after school, she took care of me even the more…She was cooking Brown Stew Chicken with Rice & Peas and “salad” (tomatoes). Ever since I can remember, Trudy’s mother cooked Rice and Peas on Sundays and Wednesdays and soup on Saturdays. It was like a religion and we all knew it wouldn’t change. Today was Wednesday and obviously it was going to be Rice and Peas day…Of course I would eat there, Miss Campbell was one of the best cooks on this side of the Causeway.

Trudy’s house always had the smell of food. No matter what time of the day you went there, rest assured something would be either on the stove cooking or on the table ready to be eaten. As I went into Trudy’s room, it was obvious. Her eyes were red and puffy. I tried to say something when I saw her but it didn’t work. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. The knot was still there. I sat there and watched my best friend weeping silently and not uttering a sound…That’s the worst kind of tears…the ones without sound…Those tears are the kinds of tears that come from a place deep within – a place you didn’t even know existed…those tears are the kinds that cause you to lose control. You feel like your throat is going to burst open – you get a headache and you get weak…it feels like it’s coming from your toes…you try to contain yourself but its no use…they just keep coming – you try to stop them but they just keep coming and coming.

As I held my friend while we both cried together – I thought of everything we had been through together. I thought of how many times we got in trouble together. She knew all my successes, my failures, my ups and downs, my fears, my triumphs – Trudy knew it all. We swore on our Brownie badges that we would be sisters forever – Trudy is an only child. We had talked about this day before and we knew that the day would come, we just didn’t know it would be so soon. I felt weak…numb…nervous…afraid…all the things that we swore we would never do, here we were doing them. “When the time comes” we use to say, “we not gonna cry. We’ll take it like true soldiers. Afterall, it’s just like an extended vacation right?” But here we were in the middle of the room, not taking it “like soldiers” and we were crying. I couldn’t get a hold of myself…All the weight that I had been carrying around that week came crashing down in Trudy’s room…I always hold things in and when it comes out its really bad…but I didn’t know it would be this bad.

After what seemed like 3 hours, we both eventually calmed down. We sat and talked for a long, long time. When we left her room I saw Miss Campbell’s lovely dinner on the table but I couldn’t eat. I had no appetite. I had never refused her cooking before that I can remember but I just wanted to go home and lay down. I told them I would be back later and I left.

As I crossed the street a little boy was selling a star and I bought one from him.

I read the story and it was like someone had punched me in the gut. Like someone wanted me to be grateful for what I had. “Please help me and my Children” the story read…I started to think about all the blessings I had that I didn’t seem to be grateful for. Here were to teenagers who had never been to high school. And here I was belly-aching because I was about to leave to America to further my studies and get a second degree…All of a sudden I started to feel sick. I was still weak and had a headache.

As I lay there in bed I experienced a roller coaster of emotions. Grateful for blessings but still down about leaving…I can’t rid my mind of the question, am I ungrateful for what I have? Do I take simple things in life for granted?

I drift off to sleep and can’t help but think of Miss Fagan and her children.

[sistactry]

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laad misses, u a mek big old tuff haad foot fava yam like, a bawl...tears really a come to me eyes [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] but a wha dis, me nuh like dem tings deh eno, all me skip over dis and dat, me still a bawl...

((((Ms Portmore)))) & (((((Trudy)))), hang tuff babes, and know that unu somehow gween be arright, hang tuff likkle soldiers, [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]

(i have been dere dahlin..., [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] )

Ms P, wha u gween major in???? a hope u gween tek up some sort a writing, u good sah, [img]/forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img]

[JamBrit]

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((((Ms. Portmore)))).....I feel it for you girl...hang in there and think positive things. I know it's hard for you to leave "home" but it will alwayz be there, it nah goh noweh an will be waitin for you when you return....Excellent writing girl!!! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]

[Leonie]

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so when you coming (tough mi know it hard to leave- when me did come mi grip dem did still pack for about 6 months)- maybe you can come and go back fi christmus break. - Girld chile mi know the feelings.

Then you only coming to go school? just think it might only be 1-2 years

[msportmore]

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Might be for school only might be for longa depend pan di job ish (is that used in the right context?? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif[/img] )

Henyways, mi dey go tek up computa inna skool lika wey mi ben did do fi mi handa grad. Mi madda mighta waan mi fi tan fi eva but wi nuh wi si ow it go?

Mais c'est la vie n'est ce pas?

**Can't decide if I should stick to the vernacular or di Queen's Hinglish inna mi poas dem an eena mi Diary!**

[sistactry]

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duh whichever, da one deh likkle while, did kinna hard fe read doe, dwl, a nuh nutten still, [img]/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]

wish u all de best booo,

mek me tell u esee, u a mek me laff and cry same time, [img]/forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img]