Jamaica Catch a Fire
From mi bawn and ben live yah, I neva feel sun suh hot yet inna mi life. Dis a nuh cry cree, dis a bawl fi yuh granny and di hol’ fambily. Haffa mi guh ketch di 6 a clock sea wata splash, as mi quint suh, nuh di raasss sun dat a scream haffa mi, bout, “likkle gurl a weh yuh did deh, yuh know how long mi a wait fi yuh,” like a mi big fren.
All mi haffi seh to di sun is, “yuh cyaa trick mi.” Now mi bredda dem a try convince mi seh it nuh dat hot and stop act like a baby; mi jus’ nuh seh a word and give dem di face.
To be continued…
Translation coming soon as well. Enjoy the Patwa!
Thank you, thenk yuh! (^_^)/
Translation day: Sunday, March 9, 2025—a humid day in Kingston, Jamaica
From I was born and have been living here, I’ve never felt the sun this hot in my life. This isn’t just crying softly—this is bawling for your granny and the whole family. I have to go catch the 6 o’clock seawater splash, but as soon as I blink, isn’t that damn sun screaming at me, saying, “Little girl, where were you? Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?”—like it’s my big friend.
All I can say to the sun is, “You can’t trick me.” Now my brothers are trying to convince me that it’s not that hot and to stop acting like a baby; I just don’t say a word and give them the face.
