Category: Gray Shades

Excerpt from Gray Shades, The Rubix cube of the sexes (Trying to understand Jamaican men) (Gena)

A Rubix cube is much easier to solve than trying to understand why Jamaican men do some of the low down, dirty acts that cause females, emotional genocide; Gena considered.

Why? How could they? Are they possessed? Fi wah reason? Did their mothers abuse them emotionally? Those are just some of the questions women would like answered, when their hearts are grounded out like ganja weed in a black man’s palm.

Just last evening, she spent the night consoling her good friend Candy. Her boyfriend had proposed several months ago and they were planning their wedding. She was happy and positive about the future, but that was all before she saw a wedding picture of her fiance on Facebook, at the aisle, with another woman.

Smiling, happy; kissing another woman.

What cut deep, was that she had seen him just the morning before when he slept over. They weren’t broken up, they did not have a fight, and they were very happy and in love; or so she thought. Candy was devastated. Her life in turmoil. Her pride, ego, self esteem swimming in the sewers.

“I feel like shit Gena,” she cried. “How did I not see this coming? How could he do this to me? How could he love me and yet marry someone else? How could he sleep in my bed, drive my car and look me in the eye and say I love you. I don’t get it!”. Tears streamed down her face, soaking the faded cotton night shirt she had been wearing for three days now.

Gena had spent the night consoling and counseling Candy; cursing the very air her fiancé Damion breathed. She thought, the name Damion should have alerted her that he was the devil’s spawn. She had always been wary of him, but she never spoke out of turn or harshly about him because of Candy’s love for him.

Damion was younger than Candy, selfish and spoilt. Gena cooked all his meals, washed his clothes and even paid his cellphone bill. She ‘wifed’ him before he even deserved it. He stayed at Candy’s house most of the time and sometimes went home to his mother’s house. He had 3 kids, with two different women, which he rarely supported and was most times out of a job. Gena often had to listen to Candy complain about Damion texting his ex in the nights while she slept.

Now if that wasn’t a sign, then what was?

Gena thought about her romantic encounters with men – if you can call them that – she shook her head as each disappointing Act played out in front of her eyes.

Gena sighed in despair. She was certainly jaded, over it and felt hopeless.

The Jamaican landscape was void of any real gentlemen or suitable lifelong partners. She didn’t so much blame the men directly, but more so the culture and it was not getting better. From what dancehall artiste spit across the airwaves and the conversation of ‘boys’ on the roadside; Gena thought things were very hopeless indeed.

Caribbean men were doomed before they were born, while some do grow up to be outstanding, kind and reflect the attributes of proper Christian gentlemen a vast majority were players from birth. As over 80% percent of families were matriarchal, with no older male role model, boys are doomed to lean sway to any fad or trend. They walked around in packs like rabid dogs, with no moral compass to properly guide them. Societal peer pressure has ensured that they act more barbaric than chivalrous.

“It is a pity there are no convents in Jamaica, associated with my faith,” she said to no one in particular.

It seems this relationship jigsaw puzzle carries more pieces than the ark did animals. It seems like rocket science could possibly hit the pre-school curriculum and still women would be as lost as if they were in the Bermuda Triangle, when it comes to understanding the cheating and deceptive men that they love.

It seemed like a waste of time, because Jamaican men often make Jamaican women feel like camel dung. They use, abuse, ill-charm, ignore and bring about the ruin of good women in this world; often turning them into nags, bitches, emotional wrecks and whores. It is unfortunate that this should be the case.

Gena heard celibacy calling her name and she would gladly answer until her miracle bore fruit or pig’s fly, more than likely till the former happen.


Copyright © 2014 · All Rights Reserved · Denise N. Fyffe

She has published several books of poetry including Jamaican Honey and Sauce’, Jamaican Pebbles, Love under the Caribbean Stars and Jamaican Pebbles: Poetry Pocketbook.

Excerpt from Gray Shades, The world of Lucifer babies (Heather)

dr_evilPeople were ratchet, back stabbers, Lucifer babies and conniving for days. Heather trusted no one and she would never ever trust people again!

It has been Heather’s unfortunate experience to meet some of the most despicable people on this earth. People who make you wonder if they weren’t born with a moral compass. People who make you want to huddle in a dark wormhole and hide.

She has had friends rob her of money. She had an old school mate rob her book donations to her Alma mater which were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. She has been let down, disappointed and neglected by so-called family members who didn’t share her last name. She has had her houseware misused and kitchen appliances stolen. After she gave a friend some of her stuff, some to keep temporarily; she never heard nor saw her again. Heather has even been forsaken by church folk who played at being Christians.

She also had a boss once who was as charming and evil as the dark prince himself. He was verbally abusive and a cunning user who used and manipulated young women who were often times more talented than he, if not naive.

No matter the possibilities of misunderstandings and misgivings, some people carry with them the stench of unpleasantness and being personally abrasive. The back of a crocodile would be immensely smoother in comparison. No matter your class, gender, age, stage, race or creed; these people you are sure to meet, because they exist everywhere.

Oftentimes we are blinded by their hidden charms until their ‘snakery’ coils out of the bag. Heather met too many people whose aura, personality or demeanour just puts her off, out or on end! These were definitely all unwanted experiences I am sure.

She wished these people would change. She believed that if only they would turn fully, wholly and honestly to Christ they would be miraculously altered.

Miracles were possible right?

The world and Heather’s life would be easier, better and safer.

Copyright © 2015 · All Rights Reserved · Denise N. Fyffe

Excerpt from Corporate Psychopaths, Moving On

Jamaican Workplace: Horrible boss syndrome - I demand to be acknowledged

Life has corners that you cannot see around.

Francine received the news that her world may be changing sooner, rather than later. She felt like her world was always in flux, and not in a good way, but this time should be different. No matter, just like all those times before, she would fasten her seat belt and ensure she was at least safe on her new journey.

Her mind was consumed and she felt trepidation, anxiety and excitement. She was ready but yet ill-prepared for what the future held. Leaving what is familiar and safe is not something one does every day, but if that is the course and destiny, it is better not to fight against. Mind you, she was referring to her home and the job. It was pure hell these last couple of months.

She was unhappy, frustrated and demotivated.

This, she thinks was their aim all along. Frustrate her until she wanted to leave this Jamaican workplace. The situation was making her murderous and instead of following the likely path to the Bellevue Hospital in East Kingston, she did some research which gave her a greater understanding of the tactics being implemented by her boss. Employers were egotistical and thought that they were gods, but this was far from the truth. They are human beings. Faulty, earthly, immoral creatures who because of this sense of false power, were no better than the slave owners of yesteryear.

There was no hope for job satisfactoriness or satisfaction and her boss has been silent for over a month and All HR offered were excuses for every bad behaviour!

Francine grew weary of her colleagues asking her questions about the woman;s unprofessional behavior.

“What is going on?”
“Doesn’t your boss speak to you?”
“How do you cope?”
“No sah, dis is di heights of unprofessionalism! Me couldn’t deal wid dis”

No communication, no work. So, she simply came in every day, sit and look pretty.

Moving to a new city, a new job, Francine was certain she would surely miss her friends, even though she was been a relative loner for most of her life. But the few friends Francine claimed, she would miss them. This was a unique opportunity and she had nothing to lose, but a lot to gain.

She prayed though that the Father would be a light at her feet and lead her through and beyond.


Copyright © 2015 · All Rights Reserved · Denise N. Fyffe

She has published several books of poetry including:

  1. Jamaican Honey and Sauce
  2. Jamaican Pebbles
  3. Jamaican Pebbles: Poetry Pocketbook
  4. Love Under The Caribbean Stars
  5. Sensuous One
  6. The Island Journal: Jamaica’s Golden Year
  7. Honey to my Sauce
  8. The Expert Teacher’s Guide on How to Motivate Students
  9. Messages to the Deaf
  10. Be Lifted Up

Excerpt from Gray Shades, The Snob (Iyana)

Pretentious, that came to Iyana’s mind; right after snobbish.

“Who di hell are you to act and treat others as if they are under your feet? You are no better, if not a little lower.”

People think that just because they are born privileged or that they have a particular career and make a certain amount of money; that they are better than others. This is an unbecoming and despicable behavior. Iyana’s motto is to treat all human beings equally; no matter their age or stage.

One should aim to understand people and meet them where they are at. We each, within us, hold the key to some mystery. We are all after all flesh and blood and will ultimately go to the same place when we die; under the earth.

People can sense your aura, essence or even see your personality shining through. If you turn your nose up at others, then this will easily come across.

Act with sincerity and genuine kindness; people are gems.