Tales from Jamaica- Mr. Lover Lover
He rode the back of his dad’s taxi from morning til night collecting the hundred dollar fares from his sun-stricken and fatigued passengers. Many were his neighbours – I could tell from their warm greetings and friendly rapport. Unlike other Jamaican men I had come across, his style wasn’t elaborate or multicoloured, but laidback and fitted. Always sitting cool in the window seat with a white tee hanging loosely over his denim cut-offs. His zirconia studs glinted as the sunshine passed through their diamond-like lattice, radiating across his entire face. In little to no time at all his coy expressions had me smiling with my eyes and exchanging parting glances through the minibus window. Let’s just say that my journeys to and from town became a lot more interesting with him sharing a ride. (International call rates anyone?)
Just some tunes to remember him by…Enjoy the vibes!
