Shottas and murders

by OddOne, Sun, 24th Jun 2007 at 3:20 am

I sit here 2:28 am on June 24, 2007 befuddled. I cannot understand what would move a human being to take the life of another human being. What kind of preparation does it take to 'mek a duppy'. Is it drug induced? Is it a hobby? What is it? Are these manufacturer assassins? Whats going on...

I'm looking at Yahoo... A policeman was charged with murdering his extramarital girlfriend and his unborn daughter, leaving his 2 year old son motherless and inevitably without a parent... Another was arrested at the funeral home prior to attending a memorial for his wife and his three children, whom he apparently murdered.

All this lead to me remembering the more than a dozen men who torn of the burglar bars to a home and murdered a woman and her 7 year old daughter. What is going on?

I think we have alot of SHOTTAS posing as BUMBOHOLES...

'Shottas'/'Real big man', whatever the hell they are called, have been acting in the capacities as posers ie bumboholes... Shottas are supposed to engage 'enemies' of equal standing...

Babycham has this new single in which he mentions these posers, whom I refer to affectionately as bumboholes, murdering women and children and proceed to go on 'the corner' to brag about it as though its 'cute'.

I passionately plea with these posers to engage 'enemies' of their own standing. Is it that they are afraid that the outcome may not be favorable(being the 'baby & lady badman' that they are) and they'd end up on the Madden or the KPH/Under Police Guard end of the bullets.

BTW FYI I am not defending or endorsing 'Shottaism', but even the mobs and mafias have codes of conducts/rules of engagement...

Word to the Posers, engage the constabulary, military, shottas,other posers... aka bumboholes like yourselves...

YES I'M VERY ANGRY AT THIS TIME...

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Post Office

by owen, Fri, 15th Jun 2007 at 11:49 am

So I got up today and proceded to writing a letter and on top of that ACTUALLY, MENTALLY and PHYSICALLY go to the post office. It had to be done like many things destiny waits on no one. I could have hand written it but I typed it instead because I haven't written anything extensive on paper in such a long time. I suppose I could just walk away.

So I arrive that the Post Office at lunch time. I was surprised that it was still open, empty, and spam free. Unlike other places in Jamaica which seem to be gradually lowering their closing hours, affecting the bottom line and raising their charges. The biggest envelope I could find or the first once suggested. So I brought the envelope to the "Post Office Person" who grave me a stamp. At which point I proceded to seduce the stamp and affix it to the top right edge. It refused stick.

I am not ashamed to admit that my lips don't kiss the way they used to. So I went back to her, from whence cometh my help and asked for the glue so I could force a marriage. She looked at me with a confused look on he face - the confused look that a child gives you when you hand them a carrot instead of a lollypop. She motioned to me instead of kicking me in the shins. Apparently these stamps come with a protected sticky surface now. How far we have come.

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Caribbean Fashion Week 2007

by owen, Sun, 27th May 2007 at 11:56 pm

June 6 - 10 Kingston, Jamaica.

If your gonna drag me out of my house on a sunday, it better not be to see models, capoeira and folk singers. No I don't have the touch. Why must there always be a VIP area? And when you say "complimentary, ultra all-inclusive" what exactly do you mean? It better not be more paint and shrimps.

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Ma Princess Gone, Far Far Away

by owen, Sat, 26th May 2007 at 11:47 am

On Saturday the last thing that I expected to happen, "happened" in the blink of an eye. She started to smoke. I have nothing against women that smoke. Because I really don't know any women that smoke. It came as a shock to me as if I was hit by lighting or made contact my tongue and a 9volt battery for the first time. Or in a case in which I'm disappointed in people who go to the beach on Labour Day. "Dem no have nutten bout dem". Slackers as the Odd one would say. The Nephew realised it first, so obviously it was his fault. It is a rule we have, like many rules, designed to cast blame without argument or logic. She started to smoke. We stopped her immediately fearing the worst which we knew because its not everyday just starts smoking "out of the blue" or "in the dark" or whatever.

I felt my heart sink as if I had lost something I cared deeply about. I searched for answers to the obvious questions; did I not call her enough? pay her enough attention? give her everything she could ever need? stroke her smooth nobs until she started to purr like a kitten? It was too late she was half the woman she was now. Spilt milk.

In any event I was not about to get rid of her like old cloths. But instead I will bring her back to life again. By any means necessary. Its never too late. We had shared too much together. A love like this is too hard to find. Call me a hopeless romantic - I don't care but its the little things that give us the most joy. keep us clean. The gleefulness of it all. So they took her away, off to rehad. A empty, dirty space is all thats left where she used to stand. I cleaned there once a lone time ago and marvelled at her bueatiful smile. I watched as they took her away for the first time since we've been together. "Monday" they said, "We'll see what we can do". I waved, she didn't look back, I waved, she gave me the finger. I cried inside. An Ode to a Speed Queen.

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Miss Jamaica tek wey harself (version 2)

by owen, Sat, 24th Mar 2007 at 7:18 pm

Translated into Creole from original post by AnnieK

Suh mi did a read Leon's thoughts on...Sara Lawrence's dethroning. Mi nuh tink dem odder Mis Jamaikans woulda haffi do abation or tink bout it. Mi fin seh it tuf fi get dem dem type a gal pumpum. Dem dem…stuck up laka acki. As if bareback…nun a dat. Fi mi search musi ole in a dis a place weh mi liv. Ina 1 year an come straight out di odda.

As fi di belly dash weh ting, shi kud da dun it inna secret by tekking a mawning afta pil or sinting laka dat. Bad an nuh bad, wusa tings dem hide from Jamaikan public. Anno everybaddi fool fool laka some people. Cut lung tory short, you caaan wah keep belly wid crown. And di way shi meega shi caan hide it edda. It jus nah go luk right suh a beta shi gwaan weh shi ago. A wah shi wuda a seh to di yout dem, meega, up an comin Miss Jamaikans dem? Anno like sey shi did maried - it wudda bad and no so bad. But be reasonable, 2 bull caan rule inna one pen. Gal hav tings fi du.

Shi duh di right ting AFTA shI Duh di wrong ting and dats all dat mattas. by "wrong ting" I no mean seh shi nuffi share har prizes wid simaddy but wusa "wrong ting" by not applying anti-breeding teknology. Coulda hap'n to anyone - Well nuh realli still, fus yu would haffi ugly enuff fi win di compitition, den you woulda haffi hav di breed-ability fi breed an anno everybaddi breedable haaat tall. Prevention betta dan cure. Guh tru my gal nuh watch nuh face. Tek weh uself. Pickney a blessing pon us all still. yousimi. more time.

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