The flood linger, linger like sorrow, early midday yesterday the water been at we gateway and around the edges of we yard, hemmed in by walls. It finally leak away, say goodbye late midday.
I go for we car out on the high road yesterday morning. All we neighbours been cleaning. Everybody except we. And Fazal we gardener ain't coming to clean 'til today, Friday.
I walk mortified towards we car. Everybody except we been swishing, swashing, swooshing. I want to keep up with them Joneses!
Fazal is coming with Lall to clean. Lall is 19 but up to February this year he look like 14. Yesterday evening Fazal and Lall pass by here on they bicycles. Wonder of wonders, Lall now got stuff sprouting on he top lip.
Lall is pleasant but he laziness is a legend. Some months ago, Fazal did hire he to help with work here. My mother say Lall take a century to do the job.
“Boy, you take so long to finish this li’l thing I bet you don't do housework...you does help your mother?” she ask Lall.
“No,” he answer with a smile.
“You don't help your mother in the house?” my mother ask in mock-shock.
“No. She not here.”
“Why? She left you all and gone away?”
“No,” Lall say.
“What happen to she then?”
“Boy, why you ain’t say so in the first place, you got me asking you all these questions.”
“You nah ask,” Lall reply in he matter of fact way. You didn’t ask.
My mother is a persevering type. She ask Lall if he does work elsewhere.
“Me use to have a job with a rich, rich man, I use to get pay $6,000 a week.”
“So why you stop working there, Lall?”
“Me father no have no job so me give he me job.”
Aiyee, maamee, paapee, I wonder if them Joneses does have talks like this. I hearing clunk, clunk downstairs, I better go and see what's happening, help move breakables...