Creative Writing, Seaview Gardens, Storytelling

Seaview Gardens Jamaica: Yuh tink me an yuh a size

“Yuh tink me an yuh a size!”

Almost every Jamaican child has heard this volley back at them at the height of their misbehavior. It is no simple utterance and must be taken as a premeditated threat with serious repercussions to follow, which aims to put you back into your place.

As night sits atop the city roofs, these volleys of words ring through the paper-thin walls of Seaview Gardens homes that expose the discourse and constant wranglings from next door. To cope, I have become numb to much of their goings-on.

Unfortunately, it shapes the attitude of, “If dem waan kill each other, have at it.”

The developers of this community, Matalon, or whomever, should be lashed and quartered for the criminally small houses they build for poor Jamaicans. While they live in football field-sized houses, the man on the flat can only keep his bed and whatnot in one position and can barely turn in the kitchen.

It is obvious these cement bricks were not filled, which explains why one can easily hear yuh neighbor’s business. This also means that if you plan to build a second level, foundation walls must be installed to bear the weight. Then the cass cass start next door.

“Yuh tink me an yuh is size!”

“Leave me alone nuh.”

“Come yah, yuh nuh hear me a chat to yuh? Weh yuh a go? Come yah!”

“Me ago tell mommy!”

“Yuh tink yuh bad. Yuh nuh hav nuh mannas.”

And this is the inheritance acting out; the generational curse. Funny to think that this episode was played out by one family member to the next over the years in Jamaica. The perpetuation of abuse is passed on from parent to child, from older sibling to younger sibling. Many times, it sounds like the vipers of hell are at war and everything in their path is being uprooted.

Sharing a wall is not a good experience when you live with such inconvenience every day. But, after a while to cope one has to find some semblance of zen; like the peace of God that surpasses all understanding. The other alternative is fervent prayer.

Certainly, there are nights like this, two minutes to midnight, when one wishes for the grenade to quiet the barrage of noise in the scheme. With sleep creeping up the bedside, desperation leads to desperate thoughts.

Trying to cope, the thoughts stray to God on his sublime throne.

Not certain of what missive is uttered between God and the Holy Spirit within me. But I do know that God loves all men and they are deserving of his peace, so I pray they inherit theirs as well. The quiet that follows usually indicates that something occurred in the spiritual to impact the physical realm. Like now, I contend with the house sound system, while trying to sleep. So with more prayer, the sound system volume decreases.

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About the writer:
Poetess Denise N. Fyffe has worked in Information Technology positions for fifteen years. She is also a trained counselor and teacher. Meeting the challenges of the recession head on, she transitioned into being a successful freelance writer for many local and international clients. She has published many books of  including:

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1 thought on “Seaview Gardens Jamaica: Yuh tink me an yuh a size”

  1. Reblogged this on THE ISLAND JOURNAL and commented:

    “Yuh tink me an yuh a size!”

    Almost every Jamaican child has heard this volley back at them in the heights of their misbehavior. It is no simple utterance and must be taken as a premeditated threat with serious repercussions to follow, which aims to put you back into your place.

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