I wish somebody would tell we new neighbours that it ain’t polite to stare like dawg focusing on bone.
A group o’ Guyanese fellas move into the house next door, the house where them Brazilians use to live. They don’t ever, never ever come out to show they face to say hello, but when I go through we back door I does feel them staring...and when I look, I see they shadow at they window, staring, staring from behind insect screen and iron grill, in between the louvre windows.
I don’t know if them is good boys who don’t know better...or they just plain bad...I don’t know if they do it to intimidate...
The only other time I experience this weird kinda staring was from a drug-addict down the street from me in Jamaica.
I don’t know how other women feel ‘bout men staring at them like that but it make me uncomfortable. I think I need a burka.
I don’t know what men think ‘bout other men behaving like that.
All I know is, if they show they face I would say hello. Just to be good neighbour. But they don’t ever show they face.
Hm, maybe they in purdah.