A sequel to the Higgler called the Train Driver. By Warren. Londinium Media(TM). Ms. Dollis Hill was a train driver in Montego Bay. She had a son and a husband who supported her as a woman who worked. The family used the money to help build the local parish and also to help them manufacture clothing and shoes for people. They also baked bread. But, sometimes when she got home from work after driving the train through all the small towns in Jamaica, she was a little drunk when sometimes she was given a bottle of rum from the train station managers to keep her cool when she was begged by the station manager to "...wait a few minutes nuh; a beg you because the local wagon of farm workers was late when the road was washed out and they have to get back to Spanish Town for the cooked food...tonight...ya andastand.". Click here.

 A sequel to the Higgler called the Train Driver.

By Warren. 

Londinium Media(TM).  

Ms. Dollis Hill was a train driver in Montego Bay.  She had a son and a husband who supported her as a woman who worked.  The family used the money to help build the local parish and also to help them manufacture clothing and shoes for people.  They also baked bread.  

But, sometimes when she got home from work after driving the train through all the small towns in Jamaica, she was a little drunk when sometimes she was given a bottle of rum from the train station managers to keep her cool when she was begged by the station manager to "...wait a few minutes nuh; a beg you because the local wagon of farm workers was late when the road was washed out and they have to get back to Spanish Town for the cooked food...tonight...ya andastand."

She would come home and carry on with her new found involvement and when the children had not finished their school work or if the sink was still full of dishes or if the dog had not been fed yet and so she would just rip up the place and make noise.  

Eventually one night when one of her sister's boys, Mathias, was turning 17 he had just finished eating the curry goat that she cooked and noticed that she had spit because someone gave her an open bottle of white rum and it made her a little old. It had a zing in it when, whoever gave it to her, ate free range chicken every day from his own farm.  The chickens ate rat or mongoose dung as they scratched around the yard and so it gave the the  station manager a disease.  She should not have drank it since it was open and she should not have spit  in the goat because now the boy got a disease.  They also noticed that the Station manager was an angry man about something and you could almost read in  the rum spit just what he did to his last wife who he said ran to America for a job. But, it looks like he locked her in the pit toilet on their farm when she cussed him for buying the Jamaican Bibby Soap and not the Carbolic Soap from England. But, this time he did not let her out of the toilet for 3 days and 3 nights and so she kept knocking on the door and shouting his name; frantically for the 3 days and 3 nights. Eventually,  she was shot through the back wall of the toilet and then he set the toilet on fire because he said "...This how I deal. See me now!!  Did my daughter come to arrange white flowers with her on a table but then she says, she is not sure if white flowers are for friendship or for granny's death? She is cute and uneducated that I don't really want to call her a....but what happened to granny right yah suh?"

The 17 year old decided to ask how is he to have a partner if he has to carry this spit so he sucked mints and licked the soap to sooth the disease. He put caustic powder on his tongue and he saw it cleaned his teeth too but it made him old. So, he decided to put a little caustic powder in his coconut water and it helped but it poisoned his gums a bit. Then he put rat poison in his coconut water to cope with the disease. Then he put raid in everything and he thought this was the answer except it made people frail and sickly if they ate or drink too much; including too much rum.  But, the gunya  rat disease went away when you put a little raid every day in your Tru Juice in our fridge.  

He came back one day from his apprenticeship at the Montego Ship Docks.  

At the ship docks, he rode past a small shanty town settlement of fisherman and stopped for a second when he saw a woman rushing a young man out of the window of her shantytown hut.  Her husband's boat with the small engine made a unique noise and she could hear it was about to dock. The man walked to the front door and she said " nice baby, husband, an older man, with the fish catch...let me make something nice for you." He said in response, " Woman, don't think I am a damn fool. I can see the sweat on you. It's in your emotions.  You have five fingers now and if it happens again, you have 9 fingers to make me my  dinner plate when I come back from fishing all day.  Don't give me any disease or any public shame when you go to market. Do not steal any mango or scotch bonnet peppers from Mr. Foska or Mr. Benjamin; or else they will kill we. Also tell your sister who works at the bank to stop the nonsense  about holding people and their wire transfer payments being sent in from the Bauxite national pension. We need to have a little certainty in our lives.  I kyan take it and if it doesn't stop, the colonel will make her a one foot woman  and I will go to England or South Africa where these things never happen in the bank." She decided  that she would go to England or Africa first or send her sister's DNA in a tube of vaseline and ask the church people to make babies  and get them into the bank job so that if he ever goes to England, he will run into his sister's DNA and her temperament and they will hold him  and his government benefits; if it's him or his son or grandson.  So he can see this is how we do it.  After they took her sister's foot, the issue at the bank stopped.  The children in England respected the government when they got the bank job and the payments, most of them anyway, since they could feel the threat of great loss if they did not; like a toe or finger or some appendage was missing.  Those who did not were dealt with for terrorism.  They designed a system in some banks where everyone could see the payment but no one released it to credit the customers account. The Neil Farage designer, an early  school leaver who started his bank career at 12 years old was a mess up of the system. He would blame  others and kill them and only wanted to know if the king will be willing to kill them all if we can end really say who didn't do the job. Every  time he messed something  up as hired by his uncle, he wanted to know if he was being abused if was not in school like most other  kids. However they can see what employee is logged in when they look at the payments to be released.  If they look at the payments in that cue that looks like an outgoing email cue and do not release them to credit the customers account, they are convicted for terrorism.  

When he finally got home, he had the curry goat that the train driver cooked and some spilled on his shirt. 

She had spit as usual but there was less gunya rat disease this time.  He also saw the toilet was locked, knocked on the door and heard the train driver snoring inside.  He decided to go and do his laundry by walking down the hill and then used the bush to relieve himself.  A woman offered to help with his laundry where he would go to get help next door.  It was not an assize time, so we went in unto her as she said she consenteth and then she washed the shirt but took interest in the curry stain just to catch the dna on it since it felt like work and authority and so she soaked the stain for 3 days and 3 nights in a glass  of water until she put it in her own mouth. Her teeth got a little old and in her holy of holies with some thyme and pimento, myrrh and aloes since it had opened  after 3 days and then her sister named Mary said she was with child; glory!!!!!!!!!!!  When he got back, the toilet was on fire and he asked where was the train driver.  No one had any answer but they showed him that the back of the toilet wall had been shot through and the wood with shot gun powder was all over the ground.  

He took the family wagon the next day to go and see the station manager and waited all day to look at him to see what he had to say.   He looked at the boy. He stopped and looked at him again and said in his emotions so the boy could feel it; "...you know what I am and what I have to say...that I don't need anyone to know anything about me and that I could be your...so do what you have to do to be good. Re write Psalms 103 every day so I can see it if I ride past or else I will come and....you won't see me.... but you will see the Red Hot(TM) fire around your bed if you don't...because this is how I deal...fe true. Let us read Psalms 103 before we go. Afterward, I am going back to the Republic of Ireland where I was bawn to get my benefit in this world since I don't how long it will take here in dis yah paradise; something about what is de law if I hold my people ransom and do not give them them money you say, start a fight, create a bulwark of hegemony against the foreigner and his ways, holding as many people ransom as possible....? See where it says in the bible that you will not jerk and spill your seed to the ground? How do you shine in the global community  of  economies  if you run the economy naked?  You are an economic  shame but you act like you are respected.   Then why spill your  "De Da De Da" population to dead  over a little bit of money every hour; $ USD 20,000.00 paid to every Jamaican is only $2.35 per hour; 24 hours per day and 365 days per year.....Fe True..the woman you see dead red in the toilet shed poisoned the boiled  bananas or sue spit  then and fed it to everyone the yard and his elders.   She also said she would kill her young  people  over who cooked the chicken, over who gets the authority for cooking it and criticised the meal.  She had asked them to cook it though  and then started to wrestle with them over the work, who was doing it. ."  

Psalms 103
1 Bless di Lawd, O mi soul: an all whe de inna me, bless ‘Im holy name.
2 Bless di Lawd, O mi soul, an du nuh figet all the good sinting them ‘Im du fi yuh:
3 Who pardon all a the wicked sinting them whe yuh do; who cure yuh fram di sickness dem an mek yuh get better;
4 Who save yuh life fram go down inna the pit so you would-a never dead an rotten; who really, really love yuh and is good and kind to yuh – good and kind cyaan done;
5 Who give yuh whole heap a good sinting; so yuh feel young and strong again like one young eagle.
6 The Lawd have power fi do wha right and wha good an fi make judgment fi all di people whe a suffer.
7 ‘Im mek Moses know a who ‘Im be an how ‘Im ‘tan, and show all wha ‘Im do to di Israel people dem.
8 Di Lawd good and kind and genkle, slow fi get vexs, an pardon people nuf nuf.
9 ‘Im nah go always argue with yuh: an ‘Im nah go vex with yuh fi ever.
10 ‘Im no deal with we base ‘pon all a we sin dem; an ‘Im nah go mek we get wha we should-a get based ‘pon all a di wicked sinting dem whe we do.
11 ‘Cause just like how the heaven higher than di earth, a so ‘Im good and kind cyaan done to all a dem who respect ‘Im.
12 Just like how the east far far fram the west, a so far ‘Im tek whe we sin dem fram we.
13 Like how one father sorry fa ‘im pickney dem, a same so the Lawd feel sorry fi all a them whe respect ‘Im.
14 ‘Cause ‘Im know how we body stay; an ‘Im memba sey we body mek from dirt.
15 Now yuh see man, ‘im time pon di earth come-in like grass: like one wild flower a grow out inna the field, a so ‘im grow whole heap.
16 And di breeze blow over it, an it gawn; nuh even the place which part it di grow a-go member it again.
17 But the way how di Lawd good an kind to we will last fi ever and ever to all who respect ‘Im, and ‘Im will do wha right and wha good to unnu right down to the pickney dem whe bawn fi yu pickney dem.
18 To them that keep the promise whe God mek to we, and to all them that mema fi do di sinting dem whe God sey we fi do.
19 Di Lawd set up ‘Im throne inna heaven; an ‘Im kingdom rule over all.
20 Bless the Lawd, all a ‘Im angel dem, who have strength more than anything else, that do di sinting dem whe God sey dem fi do, who listen to ‘Im voice and do wha the sound a ‘Im word sey.
21 Bless di Lawd, all a ‘Im army dem whe inna Heaven; an all a ‘Im servant dem wha do the sinting dem ‘Im want dem fi do whe mek ‘Im happy.
22 Bless di Lawd, all a di something dem whe ‘Im mek inna all the place dem whe ‘Im rule: bless di Lawd, O mi soul.

So, the 17 year old rode off on horse back and did as he was told and read Psalms 103 every day.   In 20 years, he was the head General for the National Peanut Sellers  and the greatest patty baker, earning 120 pounds/$USD 350.00 per day and also the greatest local Jamaican footballer of all time; awoh because he passed the ball like a machine gun man; not for scoring the goals but for cooperation....connection....fast pass...fast pass!     He is now running S Hotels all over the West Indies.  He is changing the name to Feel True(TM) Hotels in the near future.

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