Monday, March 1, 2021

Trinbagonians talk. (117) Be Patient it may be Profitable.

He went to de market wit he mudder. She walk real slow from stall to stall pickin’ out de food stuff she did want. When dey got to de lady who does sell plums, he mouth water because de plums look real jucy. As he was goin’ to ask he mudder to buy some plums, she an’ de lady who was sellin’ start to talk. Dey was talkin’ like dey kno’ one another, so he stand up waitin’. Dey lady then say, “Is dis boy yuh son?”   “Yeah. He is meh boy. He name is Michael.” “Hi Michael, take some plums,” De lady say.     He did not move from whey he was standin’ an’ she kept tellin’ he to take plums. De lady then say to he mudder, “Yuh boy doh like plums?”    “Yeah, he like plums. Ah doh kno’ why he actin’ so.”       He mudder look at he an’ say, “Michael, take some plums.” He look at he mudder an’ he smile, buh he still didn’t move an’ he mudder watch he real serious. De lady pick up a han’ful of plums, put dem in a bag, an’ han’ he de bag. Michael tell de lady t’anks an’ then he an’ he mudder move on. He mudder whisper, “Why yuh so chupid, Michael? De lady tell yuh to take some plums an’ yuh stan’ up dey like yuh fraid people. Dat make me feel shame.”        “Why yuh shame? If ah take plums wit meh han’, ah go get a little bit. She han’ bigger than meh own. Now, ah hav’a bag ah plums.

He went to the market with his mother. She walked slowly from stall to stall choosing and buying the provisions she needed. When they got to the lady who sold plums, his mouth watered because the plums looked delicious. He was about to ask his mother to buy some, but she and the vendor suddenly started to converse. They seem to know each other, so he stood quietly. The vendor then asked, “Is this young man your son?” “Yes, he is my son. His name is Michael.”        “Hi Michael. Take some plums.” He did not move from where he was standing and the lady kept insisting. She then turned to his mother, “Michael doesn’t like plums?”     “He does. I don’t know why he is acting shy.” His mother looked at him and say, “Michael take some plums.” He looked at her and smile, but still did not move. His mother looked at him with questioning eyes. The vendor took up a handful of plums, put it in a bag and handed it to him. He thanked her, then he and his mother moved on. His mother whispered, “Why are you so stupid, Michael. The lady told you to take some plums and you stood there refusing to take it. That was so embarrassing.”     “Why are you embarrassed? If I took the plums, I would have less than I have now. Her hands are bigger than mine.” Now I have a bag of plums.


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