A sequel to the Higgler called the Train Driver. By Warren Lyon. Londinium Media(TM). Ms. Dollis Hill was a train driver in Montego Bay when it was a part of the UK; almost like Penzance but further, further south. 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. She said very often, "...you have a son for life, a son for life even after he takes a wife and he might live down the road or next door." She got her freedom when the master owner of the home she lived and worked in from an early age killed a girl for taking a spoon that she had already dropped in the sink and then taking the spoon back out of the sink to stir the soup. He got a fever since all kinds of people used the sink. He granted them his favour when he was sad that he killed the girl and told his mistress to make copies of her and to put nice words like Joy in the cup with the master baker's DNA and that of the chief sweeper in the house. He also said he needed to feel equal and killing the girl made her feel too, too martyred and honoured. But, he did not know what to do with his feelings that day. He also realised he got the fever from the dog. Are you the dog? Am I? Who is the dog? By making copies of her, he thought he would feel equal. That is it. Click here. 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 horse drawn 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 andahstand....then you wheel and turn back to the depot...in the partnership.....the agreement." Before she was a train driver, she worked as a domestic worker and had hit her employer's son on the foot with a hammer and broke it when he was a baby and unable to speak. She said the boy fell. They did not believe her and cut off one finger but said she will live but can't work with people again in such close quarters. 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 had one spoon in it or if the dog had not been fed yet, she would just rip up the place and make noise. She was double tongued; thanking God when the rain falls but also tearing up people with unnecessary, hurtful, violent words and you don't want that in your sanctuary since it's murder and we are to thank God when he forgives but the boy is dead. Your daughter stole his job offers after graduation and you kept killing him about a job but you have him up until 2 am every night, helping you with something and you were never honest about why he does not have a job. You are all in the problems now. What did you intend? So, they elders cut out her tongue but she could still play music and drive the train, smile and take photos to the glory of God. She was eventually sent to Ghana during the war with others who suffered this repentance. If you coughed or cleared your throat, she said you have a nervous tick....just busy in her own way. How does she have time to think about how you clear your throat because when the train manager comes to how we are getting on, ...you should feel like you are down since this is not about you...but see me. The boy was raised by her but who was the mother and father? The train manager spit in the water cooler so we would... "Tell him and help him if the last woman he was with gave him "something" and he knows he shouldn't put himself in the water." He said he was the victim when the lady at the bakery heard him say he likes the Grata cakes so when he came back, he ordered 12 cakes and then she put her own "Maco shark" from her underwear on it with some Fabergé to get all of his attention and he was burning up. She had an iron burn on her back. Birz even an angry, hurt ex-slave that might kill evilly their siblings or neighbours to be the only one in the shanty hut can still seek and find the Lord. They will thank him too for their fish when they catch one and it really was a miracle. That was just not right; what she did! He was in shock. The tongue can be a raging fire but it can also speak life. Regardless of the language we speak whether it be Twee or Nigerian, it should manifest eventually work in cooperation and manifest in a building or buildings or business or businesses. Ms. Dollis Hill worked hard in school and as a player the piano quite capably from birth. But, she did not like to teach anyone how to play. She was given a marital arrangement with a young man who wanted to practice medicine but kept saying his conversations were dull and boring so he decided to just call it quits because he felt demeaned. But because they had already drank juice and coffee in public, there was a covenant. They had kissed, so he took the cups of drink and made people out of this water; children as a sign and symbol unto their brief covenant. She was not rejected but celebrated and loved for their brief time in spite of their differing approaches in the honouring of one another or the evident rebuttal of this hallowed duty. You Dishonored and devalued him. The honour divided cannot stand. So go weh!!! Dollis met a young boy and girl at the market who were born in Ocho Rios. She said to them, " Study hard or else I gwan beat you..and do you know I could be your...mother?" The kids said, "Yes. I can accept that possibility but you shouldn't borrow my worth with that talk to fill your emptiness, but since they teach us in the Baptist and Church and Catholic Church how Captain Usainiah Bolting of the English Navy could be in this peanut butter or the Ginger wine or the bottled water but you can't see him or his soul in there but if we eat the butter, oats and drink the ginger wine, by grace, our hair will grow thick and we will grow big. But let me just say since if you don't help us after we or I graduate, then we Salt. We will still need a community that will not only urge us to work hard, that we will graduate, but a community that will purchase our patties, foods and legal services after we make and provide them or else...we Salt. One more thing, you feel like one of those people made out of a dead finger or ear found in the pastor's safe with a note on it ( found in 1678) or (found in 1829) and so you are a twice dead, a zombie; and we never beat you, never cut you, never failed you and never hurt you so we don't owe you anything; and so now we are going to build a regenerative economy that does not hold people as hostage and we are going to build a space ship. One of our ancestors came here from the Republic of Ireland as a 4th generation moor to Pastor in 1820 and so we will always help and pray for you. Thank you for everything...all the good things. Now, thank God and commit your space, time and habitation to God..and that is more like it...not to your competitiveness on the plantation, your pains and your need for honours." He had a few others like this. But, eventually he found some one who was not soo selfishly one sided with respect to that honour that must be mutual. But he got charged for administering a noxious substance by the British Constabulary; some of them Black men from the Bahamas. So, when she had a son it seems that the train manager could be the father because he put his spit in the water. She would also take all the energy she could to express and say they have to "see me", using her words like claws on the boy if there was any work party or business meeting where he would say the boy should attend and learn something. Did you know the word "Higgler" comes from the Irish word and culture for Hagler? 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 dung or mongoose dung as they scratched around the yard and so it gave the station manager a disease. He drank his rum directly from the bottle and then gave the bottle to people so he was not alone with his disease. She should not have drank it since it was open and she should not have spit in the goat meat because now the boy got a disease. The woman next door said her daughter just wrongly accused one of her son's and so the Jumby man came by to shoot him. The daughter did this three times to see all her siblings dead just to be the only one, hoping to inherit. Mathias also started teaching Youth Group and was instructed by the Accompong elders to ask for his daily bread that today anywhere in the world is about $ USD 240.00 per day and that works out to $87512.40 over a year; 365 days. Isn't a Junior Pastor worth $240 per day or at least $ USD 192.00 per day every day and what is that over 12 months? One of the church parishioners named Hope Gardens said, "...call your father first and then we will make our donation for your good work." Mathias nodded and left. He actually got his donation but Hope did not see when it was handed to him. But she felt resistant like she wanted to "hold" him, resisi him. The following week, Hope Gardens showed up and she had no ears since she wouldn't hear. She said it was the white mongoose ate them. Mathias was shocked to see her ears. He was sure God was with him. She changed her name to Throp. But, what do we do with people who rob Accompong or let those in who rob Accompong? 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. You needed to understand the power of their pretense and the power of their tendency to disrespect you and what you tell them. Search your feelings. If you had a whole island to yourself to run it and manage it in all that you do, what about you tell the world in what you do? How is your family doing? But, it looks like he locked her in the pit toilet on their farm when she cussed him for buying the American Soap and not the Carbolic Soap from England.or the Dutch soap; same thing really. 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 is how I deal. See me now!! After all of that, she was not dead so "they" told her they were worried about her as she looked a bit jerked up. The blood from the burns looked like jerk sauce. "They" told her to get an MRI on her head at full blast if that would heal all the wounds; in a technological miracle. But she was not really dead. She was just a bit burned up; and also radiated after the MRI. But, she was a good looking woman. Then they told her 200,000 goats had to be culled because a Grendel man broke in and spat all over the fields where they grazed and had become diseased. Each goat was worth $1.75 USD in those olden days when Jamaica had a train. If you looked sad about it, she would say "...What about you? Lets talk about you." Click here.
A sequel to the Higgler called the Train Driver. By Warren Lyon. Londinium Media(TM). Ms. Dollis Hill was a train driver in Montego Bay when it was a part of the UK; almost like Penzance but further, further south. 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. She said very often, "...you have a son for life, a son for life even after he takes a wife and he might live down the road or next door." She got her freedom when the master owner of the home she lived and worked in from an early age killed a girl for taking a spoon that she had already dropped in the sink and then taking the spoon back out of the sink to stir the soup. He got a fever since all kinds of people used the sink. He granted them his favour when he was sad that he killed the girl and told his mistress to make copies of her and to put nice words like Joy in the cup with the master baker's DNA and that of the chief sweeper in the house. He also said he needed to feel equal and killing the girl made her feel too, too martyred and honoured. But, he did not know what to do with his feelings that day. He also realised he got the fever from the dog. Are you the dog? Am I? Who is the dog? By making copies of her, he thought he would feel equal. That is it. Click here. 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 horse drawn 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 andahstand....then you wheel and turn back to the depot...in the partnership.....the agreement." Before she was a train driver, she worked as a domestic worker and had hit her employer's son on the foot with a hammer and broke it when he was a baby and unable to speak. She said the boy fell. They did not believe her and cut off one finger but said she will live but can't work with people again in such close quarters. 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 had one spoon in it or if the dog had not been fed yet, she would just rip up the place and make noise. She was double tongued; thanking God when the rain falls but also tearing up people with unnecessary, hurtful, violent words and you don't want that in your sanctuary since it's murder and we are to thank God when he forgives but the boy is dead. Your daughter stole his job offers after graduation and you kept killing him about a job but you have him up until 2 am every night, helping you with something and you were never honest about why he does not have a job. You are all in the problems now. What did you intend? So, they elders cut out her tongue but she could still play music and drive the train, smile and take photos to the glory of God. She was eventually sent to Ghana during the war with others who suffered this repentance. If you coughed or cleared your throat, she said you have a nervous tick....just busy in her own way. How does she have time to think about how you clear your throat because when the train manager comes to how we are getting on, ...you should feel like you are down since this is not about you...but see me. The boy was raised by her but who was the mother and father? The train manager spit in the water cooler so we would... "Tell him and help him if the last woman he was with gave him "something" and he knows he shouldn't put himself in the water." He said he was the victim when the lady at the bakery heard him say he likes the Grata cakes so when he came back, he ordered 12 cakes and then she put her own "Maco shark" from her underwear on it with some Fabergé to get all of his attention and he was burning up. She had an iron burn on her back. Birz even an angry, hurt ex-slave that might kill evilly their siblings or neighbours to be the only one in the shanty hut can still seek and find the Lord. They will thank him too for their fish when they catch one and it really was a miracle. That was just not right; what she did! He was in shock. The tongue can be a raging fire but it can also speak life. Regardless of the language we speak whether it be Twee or Nigerian, it should manifest eventually work in cooperation and manifest in a building or buildings or business or businesses. Ms. Dollis Hill worked hard in school and as a player the piano quite capably from birth. But, she did not like to teach anyone how to play. She was given a marital arrangement with a young man who wanted to practice medicine but kept saying his conversations were dull and boring so he decided to just call it quits because he felt demeaned. But because they had already drank juice and coffee in public, there was a covenant. They had kissed, so he took the cups of drink and made people out of this water; children as a sign and symbol unto their brief covenant. She was not rejected but celebrated and loved for their brief time in spite of their differing approaches in the honouring of one another or the evident rebuttal of this hallowed duty. You Dishonored and devalued him. The honour divided cannot stand. So go weh!!! Dollis met a young boy and girl at the market who were born in Ocho Rios. She said to them, " Study hard or else I gwan beat you..and do you know I could be your...mother?" The kids said, "Yes. I can accept that possibility but you shouldn't borrow my worth with that talk to fill your emptiness, but since they teach us in the Baptist and Church and Catholic Church how Captain Usainiah Bolting of the English Navy could be in this peanut butter or the Ginger wine or the bottled water but you can't see him or his soul in there but if we eat the butter, oats and drink the ginger wine, by grace, our hair will grow thick and we will grow big. But let me just say since if you don't help us after we or I graduate, then we Salt. We will still need a community that will not only urge us to work hard, that we will graduate, but a community that will purchase our patties, foods and legal services after we make and provide them or else...we Salt. One more thing, you feel like one of those people made out of a dead finger or ear found in the pastor's safe with a note on it ( found in 1678) or (found in 1829) and so you are a twice dead, a zombie; and we never beat you, never cut you, never failed you and never hurt you so we don't owe you anything; and so now we are going to build a regenerative economy that does not hold people as hostage and we are going to build a space ship. One of our ancestors came here from the Republic of Ireland as a 4th generation moor to Pastor in 1820 and so we will always help and pray for you. Thank you for everything...all the good things. Now, thank God and commit your space, time and habitation to God..and that is more like it...not to your competitiveness on the plantation, your pains and your need for honours." He had a few others like this. But, eventually he found some one who was not soo selfishly one sided with respect to that honour that must be mutual. But he got charged for administering a noxious substance by the British Constabulary; some of them Black men from the Bahamas. So, when she had a son it seems that the train manager could be the father because he put his spit in the water. She would also take all the energy she could to express and say they have to "see me", using her words like claws on the boy if there was any work party or business meeting where he would say the boy should attend and learn something. Did you know the word "Higgler" comes from the Irish word and culture for Hagler? 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 dung or mongoose dung as they scratched around the yard and so it gave the station manager a disease. He drank his rum directly from the bottle and then gave the bottle to people so he was not alone with his disease. She should not have drank it since it was open and she should not have spit in the goat meat because now the boy got a disease. The woman next door said her daughter just wrongly accused one of her son's and so the Jumby man came by to shoot him. The daughter did this three times to see all her siblings dead just to be the only one, hoping to inherit. Mathias also started teaching Youth Group and was instructed by the Accompong elders to ask for his daily bread that today anywhere in the world is about $ USD 240.00 per day and that works out to $87512.40 over a year; 365 days. Isn't a Junior Pastor worth $240 per day or at least $ USD 192.00 per day every day and what is that over 12 months? One of the church parishioners named Hope Gardens said, "...call your father first and then we will make our donation for your good work." Mathias nodded and left. He actually got his donation but Hope did not see when it was handed to him. But she felt resistant like she wanted to "hold" him, resisi him. The following week, Hope Gardens showed up and she had no ears since she wouldn't hear. She said it was the white mongoose ate them. Mathias was shocked to see her ears. He was sure God was with him. She changed her name to Throp. But, what do we do with people who rob Accompong or let those in who rob Accompong? 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. You needed to understand the power of their pretense and the power of their tendency to disrespect you and what you tell them. Search your feelings. If you had a whole island to yourself to run it and manage it in all that you do, what about you tell the world in what you do? How is your family doing? But, it looks like he locked her in the pit toilet on their farm when she cussed him for buying the American Soap and not the Carbolic Soap from England.or the Dutch soap; same thing really. 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 is how I deal. See me now!! After all of that, she was not dead so "they" told her they were worried about her as she looked a bit jerked up. The blood from the burns looked like jerk sauce. "They" told her to get an MRI on her head at full blast if that would heal all the wounds; in a technological miracle. But she was not really dead. She was just a bit burned up; and also radiated after the MRI. But, she was a good looking woman. Then they told her 200,000 goats had to be culled because a Grendel man broke in and spat all over the fields where they grazed and had become diseased. Each goat was worth $1.75 USD in those olden days when Jamaica had a train. If you looked sad about it, she would say "...What about you? Lets talk about you." Click here.