Birds of a feather, don’t always flock together

I had originally planned to travel to Jamaica with Wayne, a guy friend who had a crush on me for the past three years. He was a short guy about 5’8 white brown hair small frame. He was very intense and seemed to try so hard it was a turn off.  He was always looking at me with this desperate needy look that could drive me crazy.  I did not mind him as a friend but never as anything more. He was a total turn off to me, especially when he would look at me with that pathetic look on his face.

I met Kim, while I was working in blues bar, her husband played in the band. She heard I was going to Jamaica and told me that she had always wanted to go to Jamaica and find her biological family. Because I was adopted I understood the feeling I said hey why you don’t come?  I didn't know much about Kim at that time but I sure learned a lot about her on the trip.

Eight weeks later as the plane was coming down in Montego Bay, I looked out the window and I was in awe.  I had never seen anything so beautiful; I had never even imagined anything so spectacular could even exist.

The ocean was a turquoise blue, the coconut trees were blowing there was an energy, a vibe that I felt as the plane drew closer, it was as though the spirit of Jamaica was welcoming me, as if it knew

As we departed off the plane I was engulfed by the heat and the climate almost as if it was penetrating into my soul and warmed me. It was so hot and the air was sweet, almost as though it had a flavor. I didn’t know whether to hate or love, I just knew I was feeling things Id never felt before.

 

As we went through immigration we were told we had to book a room, even for one night from the airport. We had planned to just go walk out and find a place, little did we know that’s not how it worked.

 

We tried to explain to the immigration officer our plan, and with absolutely no expression he dryly told us “ You must book a hotel right now with us and pointed us over to a tourist information desk” His body language spoke volumes.

 

It wasn't long before we were outside were being bombarded with people. Between the heat and the people calling to us, trying to drag us in different directions making promises of things that we had absolutely no idea where – it was getting vey confusing. I could see Waynes face starting to freak out. Most of them where men and they had big bright smiles as they spoke to you, you had no other choice but to smile back and by doing that it seemed to make their smile grow even bigger.

 

 

Finally a taxi driver came and called us by name. He guided us to his car and loaded our luggage. I did not even take notice of the driver until I got in the back seat of the taxi. He turned around and smiled the brightest smile and said “ Irie, my name is Mr. .Lover and mi going to take care of you,” I felt relieved that someone was taking over, I was in such a whirlwind mentally, physically and spiritually all my senses were busy becoming awakened.

 

As we drove from the airport to the hotel I had never seen anything like this there were people everywhere on the streets and music coming out of every vehicle and what seemed like every building.

 

Everyone seemed so happy and you could feel it in the air. There was also in edge that I really couldn't put my finger on but I could feel it was there, lurking.

There was what seemed like small broken down wood building, but you could see people inside gathered together laughing and drinking. There was such a contrast in the environment some building were new and solid concrete and then next to it a broken down house and kids out playing in the yard.

 

No one seemed to be bothered by such a contrast and it seemed like everybody just accepted where they were, what they had and made the most of it. In a sense it made life seem like it was so easy

 

HOTEL IN MONTEGI BAY

 

All I could think about was going to the beach getting in the water, so we went to the hotel the bar on the beach and I went to the wind and the water there was seaweed about 7 feet out. It didn't bother me but I just want to lay in the water seaweed creep me out of it.

I wanted to travel around the entire island and I told Mr. lover the driver and he said the next day he would take us to Negril, the next main town. He said that we would really love it there and that it has 7 miles of white sand beach. That’s all had to say, the deal was done and I was ready to go

 

 

The next morning we packed up our bags and started to drive to negril. The journey seemed to drag on forever. All along the way everything was available every few miles we would pull over and stop and people would come and greet us.

Everyone had something to sell from ice cold beer, to oranges that were as big as a grapefruit, deep green on the outside and when you cut them so were so orange and so sweet. It was a true orange. Then there was always the guy who would walk by with a bid bud of ganja

Once we reached Negril we were ready to settle into our hotel Negril Beach Club, that Kim had arranged prior to arrival, or so she said.

I never knew Kim well and she had arranged our accommodation she had a friend that owned a timeshare at the Negril Beach club so once we reached Negril, we went straight to the Negril Beach Club and checked in. We were so excited to actually be on the beach, that we didn't pay attention to any of the red flags one being named Kim.

We were not in the room for more than five minutes before we stripped off all our cloths and put on our swim suits, went running through the door , down 6 floors of concrete stairs , was directly on the beach

Once we hit the beach and it was beyond beautiful and maybe because I am water lover even when I grew up on the West Coast of Canada I can always remember any chance I got to swim in the ocean, I would, even in water that was absolutely freezing.

Here the water was crystal clear and very calm.  It was so beautiful you felt like you could drink it.  From the moment I put my foot into the water and felt its warmth I fell in love. The sun was beating against my body warming me, and the clear water was so inviting, so peaceful and it went as far as the earth turns. 

There were not many people on the beach and it went on for miles. Reggae music played in the distance and directly beside our Hotel was small bar named Errol’s Café  that was playing Peter Tosh. By the look of it, it was minuscule in comparison to the big concrete building beside it. But the presence of this tiny little bar, even from afar was massive compared to the concrete building Negril Beach Club.

I was kind of taken aback at how friendly Jamaican people where, this guy came out of nowhere stripped down and came in the water to join us because we were not willing to come out of the water to join him.

Wayne, being Wayne was freaking out and telling me that I need to be careful the guys trying to rip us off, even in the water! I asked Wayne if he was coning to take my swim suit because otherwise I had nothing. If Wayne as trying to be the “man” he was doing a crappy job.  The one thing that Wayne hated about me was he thought that I threw caution to the wind; it's not that, I just follow my own intuition and believe most people in the world are good, why let the bad ones ruin it for the good ones.

After talking to this guy Eddie who had joined us, I swam away and allowed Kim to entertain him and she seemed to enjoy that. I was more concerned having to get out of the water with this guy’s friends on the beach watching and waiting, I could feel all the eyes on me as I eventually got the guts to walked out of the water and picked up my sarong. It was a big long black skirt that went down to my heels and wrapped around me, it was almost like a gown skirts and I have no idea why the hell I was wearing it on the beach but there are I was.

As we all walked up the beach toward Errol's Café, it became more interesting and more colorful the closer we got.  We walked up three stairs and we were in a bar that had plastic chairs and tables with plastic table cloths that had big red flowers, very tacky but definitely look cute.

The entire bar with decorated with Christmas lights postcards pictures of past tourists that had visited, everything was stuck to the wall, there was not even 1 mm of space left anywhere on the wall.  You would think this would be absolutely tacky but it made the place quite interesting and welcoming.

We were immediately introduced to everyone there, Eddie the guy that joined us in the water, Playboy who was about 6 foot four 240 pounds and had a unique hair cut where it was shaven on an angle. His features were perfectly aligned and he was able to make the hair cut work somehow and he knew it. He was built like a body builder.

Errol owned the place he was in his 40’s and a pretty big chubby guy. He had lots of gold rings and seemed always be observing what was going on, with a sour expression on his face. You could tell the guys were scared of him.

He told us that it is not just a bar; he rents rooms too and pointed to a blue wood building that had the same bars over each window as most of all the other hotels and building.

It was one level and the entrance was two tall French paneled doors that must have been very old because they were not standing up straight anymore they were leaning in towards the middle.  As much as it looked worn, it seemed to be full of life, even from the outside and very much lived in.

It became our hang out and anything you wanted was there. By the 2nd day Kim met a guy who she found out was her cousin. She went to get her hair braided and a guy came by and started talking to her. She told why she was in Jamaica and that she was looking for family and where they lived.  He ended up being was her cousin so she brought him down to Errol's to meet us.

His name was Peter and he was a Rastafarian and he was very striking and he knew it too. He looked like he was a mixture of African and Indian, so his features were very strong and very well placed.  Kim's dad was peters fathers brother and they both had the same last name, so who knows.  They both seem to be happy they found each other and I was happy to just know somebody other than kim and wayne and these guys at the bar.

At the time we were still staying at the Negril Beach club because Kim had said that her friend had a timeshare there and we were welcome to stay for free.  We had been three days and on the third day in the evening there was a knock at our door and it was the local police.  I was flabbergasted, as they explained to me that we actually had absolutely no right to be staying in this condo and that we had to pay some enormous amount of money for the three nights we had stayed there! I was furious but no matter how mad I was there were three policemen in our room and they were extremely intimidating and from what I could gather we ay spending the remainder of our vacation in jail

 

They wanted to arrest us and from the time they said that I went into a strategy mode. Somehow I just kept talking and after sitting there on the veranda with for about an hour and making them comfortable, serving them beer and explaining our situation we had to pay $600 and vacate within 30 min. As far as I was concerned I would do anything rather than go to the local jail my first vacation of the country.

We immediately threw everything into our bags and walked out onto the beach, as soon as we hit the beach we heard Peter Tosh playing next-door so we made our way over to Errols.

We told the Eddie our problem and he said that we could rent a room there.  It would only be one room with two double beds but we could rent it at 20 US dollars per night for all three of us.  We had no choice but to take it, we could barely afford that after paying the 600 bill – but we had no choice

At this point I was not liking Kim very much and Wayne had started to become very irritating, constantly telling me that he had hoped that this trip would be the trip that sealed the deal for us to become a couple and how kim is such a burden. To make matters even worse, it was very obvious that Kim and Wayne were starting to do more than smoke marijuana; they were smoking something much harder like crack.

So here I was on this absolutely beautiful beach in Negril Jamaica, staying in a room that was may be 25 x 25 feet with two double beds and all of this chaos going on. The room had cockroaches bigger than I had ever imagines. Much less I had never seen one before, I thought they would run off with my purse.

The mattresses were worn and sometimes late in the evening we would hear the owner of the house Errol fighting with his girlfriend on other nights, he was fucking her.  All day long we would hear the music from the bar – the same  cds- Peter Tosh- Bob Marley- Shabba Ranks over and over. Funny enough I never minded I just started singing along word by word

We still had another week in Jamaica and our money had almost run out, I started to spend most my time just sitting at the bar. Peter had come by to check on Kim and he brought his friend Rasi.

The first time I met Rasi I found him to be pretty cocky, he introduced himself as Rastafarinijahin and told me that  I could call him Rasi for short.  I asked him to spell it and instead he started to sing it.  I didn't really understand what he was doing so I just got up and went for a swim in the water.  As I was swimming I could feel his eyes on me and it was making me nervous I wanted to get out, but I was too nervous to walk out of the water with my bathing suit on, so I literally stayed in the water for about four hours waiting for them to leave. My body was like a prune, I was hungry and thirsty

Later that evening Peter and Rasi came back Peter had his girlfriend with him, a white girl from the United States.  This time Rasi and I struck up a conversation it was almost as though we just clicked; it felt like we were picking up where we left off after years of not seeing each other, even though we had just met.

At one point in the conversation Wayne came up to the bar with a Rasta guy, Rasi and the rasta guy nodded at each other as though they knew each other but never spoke. Wayne spoke to me for just a couple minutes and I could tell that he was really agitated, I wasn’t sure why?

Soon after they left, Rasi turned to me and asked me if that's the kind of thing I'm into? I honestly did not know what he was talking about and questioned him as to what he was implying? He asked me directly are you into the cocaine? The expression on my face must have backed up my answer of no! Then he asked me how well I knew Wayne and Kim, I told him that I had known Wayne for a while and that I had just met Kim recently and she who wanted to join us so she could find her biological family which made sense and that's how she met up with Peter.

We spent the whole night listening to Peter Tosh talking about different philosophies and beliefs. It was getting late because Kim had turned in and I saw Wayne going to the room shortly after. I figure they must both be asleep by now so I was going to go to bed. I said good night to rasi and told him I hope to see him in the morning

it wasn't more than 3 hours after I dropped asleep when Kim woke me up crying from pain. From that moment everything seemed to go so fast and so many things took place. I never knew that Kim was doing so many drugs much less that that she was 4 months pregnant.

This was my first real introduction to the reality of Jamaica. There were no 911 numbers to call, that’s if you could find a phone  and no ambulance showed up at her door to escort us. Instead we had to take public transportation to Savanna la mar which meant that we had to walk to the road and flag down a mini bus.

Once we got a bus to actually stop we were crammed on a bus that was by far way over the limit of passengers. The drive to Sav La Mar would be about 45 min for any normal driver, but for us it took 25 minutes and that is including stopping for more passengers along the way.

I would tell you what the scenery was like but unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to see anything, I was busy praying and we went way too fast.

Once we arrived we were dropped off on the sidewalk and the guy who collected our fare pointed us to a one story building that was badly in need a paint job. It was surrounded by a fence and there was one entrance that had security gates. Reality was slowly sinking in. Wayne had come along with us which probably wasn't the best idea because I could see his face and it had a fear written all over it.

As we approached the security gates and we were asked why we were coming to the hospital. As a Canadian I had never seen a hospital that had a security entrance actually any kind of security muchless being asked “why’ are we there?

The security guard seemed to be more interested in what was going on personally than he did as a security official.  He was an older man who looked like he'd had this job for the past 30 years and wore the same black pants each day. His shoes were well worn and almost matched his grey top. He seemed very proud of the badge that he wore  and he seemed to take his job very serious. Once we told the officer that our friend needed to see the doctor and that she may be having a miscarriage he jumped to open the gate and pointed us to admissions.

As we walked towards the entrance of the hospital I could see in the distance and on the hospital property a few goats and a couple of cow’s lazily eating grass.

Before even entering the hospital I could smell disinfectant and as we stepped through the doors I was overwhelmed with the smell of disinfectant and another smell that I could not put my finger on, maybe fear? Maybe death?

Along both sides of the wall there were benches, the kind of benches you see in a church. Both benches on each side were full of people some were bleeding, some were crying there were children on the ground sitting patiently waiting and mothers with babies doing everything they could to stop them from crying. 

To say that I was in shock would be an understatement. There was no paint on the walls or maybe at one time there was and it had worn away, either way you couldn't tell. The lighting was dim and at the top of the concrete walls there were about 3 feet holes that allowed for air flow.

Even as I walked down the hallway towards the registration area I had to wonder to myself why there is such a contrast in how we live. Even from one country to another I almost felt embarrassed that I took for granted the services that I receive every day as a Canadian. And mostly how I just expected it to be like everywhere, the same standards

We continued to proceed down the hallway and were directed into the registration area. The registration area was dead center of the hospital and had a small office with a glass screen. Behind the screen in the office were stacks and stacks of papers 5 feet high all over the place. It was a mess to say the least. We were told to fill out a bunch of forms and pay $10 Canadian administration fee. Once we did this he directed us back to the waiting room where we had to wait to see a doctor.

After about an hour and a half of waiting Kim was starting to be racked with pain, so I decided to ask a nurse how much longer are we looking at? She looked at me with a blank stare and said after all those other people.

I tried to explain the situation and she just looked at me with absolutely no expression and then turned around and called the head nurse. The head nurse took about 15 min to come to me and then she repeated what the first nurse said. Both women were dressed in these white nurses’ outfits with the hat to match.  They were both over 350 pounds and the outfits almost seems silly, but the look on their face did not seem silly at all and they did not need to tell me twice to go and sit my ass-down

It took us another 21/2 hours to see the doctor, and they put us ahead of others waiting almost like they want to get us out of there . We saw an African Dr. that was on training in jamaica and he asked her what it happened.

Kim seemed to stumble with her words and after all this waiting in seeing the people outside that were truly suffering by no choice of their own I was not in the mood to play games so I told him straight out she was doing drugs and it looks like she's had a miscarriage, she was four months pregnant.

I could see the look on his face as soon as I told him and I instantly felt ashamed to be wasting his time He told her that she would need a DNC and then he left the room with a look of disgust on his face. Couldn’t really blame him

It took another 1/2 for the nurse to come and take to the surgery of the DNC I could feel a change in their attitude towards us when I told them she was taking drugs; they were much less compassionate, which in a way I understood.

Wayne and I went to the waiting area, in the hall and as I sat down and I saw the same guy bleeding and definitely in pain that was there waiting before we got there, my heart sank. I felt a mixture of emotions, I wanted to cry but I was also angry and almost ashamed. I did not know what I could do; I was sitting there looking at these people who quietly sat in excoriating pain waiting for care so patiently. And here I was expecting the best treatment, getting a priority because of the colour of my skin, who was I? Really in the big scheme of things that was I to belong to country that this was at my fingertips, my disposal, and I took it so for granted, something that is so vital to life. These babies and people are the same, the only real difference was the colour of our skin and look what they are going through. And I thought I was so smart, and I really knew so little. This bothered me deeply

We waited for 7 hours, and it was starting to get dark out Wayne was complaining the whole time and driving me nuts. It was obvious that he did not understand the impact of what I was seeing and how it was affecting me. Instead all he was concerned about was how Kim was wasting his vacation time. Every time he said that to me I want to scream him and tell him Kim and you are wasting my time with your stupid choices.

Finally after what seemed days Kim emerged looking at least alive and ready to go back to Negril. There was no wheel chair no good bye, no care package, nothing just back the way we came.

We took the same way back which was even scarier in the dark. The bus ride was not quite as fast as coming but just as scary because it was night and there are so many people on the side that seemed to be inches from the bus.

Once we got back into our room, I tried to recapture the day in my mind. It was as if my mind could not wrap itself around all that happened. Kim and Wayne were complaining about the bus ride and I knew I could not stay in the room or it would break out into a big argument, so as soon as Kim friends arrived it was the perfect escape. Wayne took off right behind me and I was glad for that.

I walked out to the bar on the beach and Rasi was there. He asked how Kim was and I told him. We began talking and I asked him hundreds of questions and he gave me thousands of answers all originating from the Rastafarian religion. I guess you could say it was one sided but it was nice to hear someone regardless of their conditions speak so passionately about life and just being grateful for each day the sun shines.

As much as we seem to be from to totally different worlds there seemed to be a common ground, somehow we were also very much alike.

He told me that the guy that Wayne was with is a crack head and Wayne is most likely doing it and that Kim is also a part of it.  I felt really embarrassed and I guess Rasi could tell.  He asked me what I was doing the next day and I told him probably the same thing I did today sit here.  He told me to be up and at the front of the road at 8:30 morning. I'm not sure if I was scared or nervous but I did know I would just be happy to get the hell away from here and as far away as possible from Wayne and Kim.

The next morning I was out on the road at 8:30, waiting.  As I stood at the side of the road in a matter of 15 minutes there must've been about 20 people stop and asked me my name where I'm from if I need a ride I needed a taxi if I needed a boyfriend if I needed a lover and of course if I wanted to buy any herb, finally in the distance I could see Rasi coming and as much as I was mad that he was late, I was so glad to be escaping and get going.

As he slowed down and came to a complete stop we both made eye contact, I think he was as nervous as I was, probably for different reasons. The biggest reason was here I am in a Third World country getting on the back of a motorbike with somebody I don't know, I know nothing about as well as I don't know the language or dialect that they're speaking, and I know absolutely nothing about the culture, and I have never been around or had any relationship with a black man.

I thought of my other option going and being around Wayne or Kim, I immediately hopped on the back of the bike and was off.

We drove to go straight down the beach road then around the roundabout and started driving out of Negril, into the interior and away from the beach. The further we went the more the scenery changed.

I could feel butterflies in my stomach I was so nervous, there were people and animals on the road so close that I could reach out and touch them.  The further we went the more beautiful it became.  It seemed as though Rasi knew quite a few people because every little town that we passed through he seemed to wave to people and they would call his name.

We were coming around these winding roads, and then as we came down a big hill the road seemed to open up and we were surrounded by sugar cane fields.  It was as though we were just a spec on this beautiful earth, in this beautiful country.  On the left there were sugarcane fields and behind them mountains that were emerald green and lush. The beauty was so overwhelming the only way I can describe it is that I felt light, it felt clean it felt like I was in heaven. I felt privileged to be part of something that was so breathtaking, so alive and so vibrant and I started to realize that there is a lot to this world of ours and the creator really is something special.

It seemed as though we had been on the bike for hours, although really it was only about 45 minutes.  As much if I enjoyed the ride I was glad when we started to slow down and pulled over to a shop on the side of the road.

 was in for another surprise because I had never seen anything quite like this.  As he slowed down into the parking lot there was a little building that was obviously made with scrap pieces of wood and neatly placed together to create a shop.  It had a zinc roof and its Windows were made of wood, which opened and closed like doors.  It was painted royal blue and as much as it may be a shabby little building, there was something about it that made it very cute.

Rasi informed me that this was his friend and we are going to stop for a little bit. As we stepped into the shop we were embraced with warmth. There were about seven guys playing dominoes, all tightly squeezed behind a makeshift counter.  There was a door in the back of the shop that led to the front yard of the shop owner’s house.  The walls were covered with everything from beer labels; to old posters to old magazine. As I sat down on the stool in front of the counter, at the doorway all these kids from ages three to nine were poking their heads through the back door smiling and staring straight at me.  Finally after about five minutes one asked me what my name was. I smiled and told them it was Jazmynn and asked them what their name was. It wasn't long into the conversation before I could hear their mother's voice behind them telling them run come.

By this time Rasi was fully emerged in the dominoes game and I was pretty much left to be entertained by the shop owner\bar owner who sat with his chin in his hand starring and me and asking where I was from, when I told him Canada he asked if I happened to know his cousin who lived in Toronto? I tried to explain that Victoria is quite a ways from Toronto and then after my 3^rd try I gave up and just said , I can’t recall if I know him or not – sorry. I knew I couldn’t of since I didn’t even know anyone back, muchless from  Toronto

Hours passed and I was getting tired of sitting around smiling as I tried to figure out what everyone was saying  I wanted get going , finally Rasi stood up and said good bye to everyone and we were off.

We drove on the paved road for about another 20 min. and then turned off to some dirt roads that seemed to wind we turned left, we turned right, left and then  right and finally we came to one long road where we drove for about 5 min, slowed down in front of the little board house that was about 15 feet by 15 and made of stripes of raw wood and neatly put together. This seemed to be a common theme here for housing

Inside was very tidy with not much stuff but just enough. There was a single bed with worn sheets. A broken mirror that was still being useful glued to the wall and personal  items neatly placed on a make shift shelf

The roof was zinc and out the back door was a make shift kitchen. There were bananas hanging from the trees beside the kitchen, a variety of dried seasoning hanging from the roof of the kitchen among lots of different fruits and things I didn’t know the name of.

Rasi called someone who he introduced as he cousin and told him to do something, I couldn’t understand. He was about 17 and seemed s to do whatever recyclable to do.

Meanwhile Rasi packed a couple of towels and we walked down a little dirt lane that started from the back yard to a river. As we drew closer to the River you could hear it running the closer you got . The river was so clean, so  fresh so crisp . the water was running through his yard and continued down through the village. It was shallow in some areas and deep in other. There was a stone bridge that must have been 50 years old that crossed from one side to the other, you could go on it and jump off.

Before I knew it I was in, it was cold but the crisp freshness washed through me. Rasi jumped in after me from the bridge and started to swim towards me. I could feel myself get really nervous so I started to swim away; he swam really fast and came up from the water with a bottle of shampoo. I had no idea what he was planning on doing, and when he told me to turn around so he could wash my hair, I was surprised and bit apprehensive.  I had never even thought of a man washing my hair and he did it with such care. He didn't say much as he did it, he just massaged my hair shampooed it and then rinsed it out.

After he finished he just smiled and swam away and started to bath himself. He certainly had no body issues as he stood at the side of the river lathering soap on his body then he took the shampoo and washed his dreadlocks. He almost looked funny  standing there covered with white bubbles and his dreadlocks were pure white with bubbles.

He dove into the River and came up completely cleaned off. I found him to be so beautiful and could compare him to art. His face and his body were so perfectly chiseled out. There is certainly something about him that stirred something very deep inside of me.

We went back to the yard and rasi must of told his cousin to cook because I could smell a scent as we approached back to the house  that made my mouth water. I did not know what I was about to eat but I knew it was going to be good.

Rasi told me as he handed me a brown bowl that almost seemed as though it was wood that the food I was eating was Jamaica’s National dish Ackee & Saltfish with roast breadfruit and fried plantain and that what I was eating out was a calabash which is a fruit that grows in the tree and instead they cut it in half and use as a bowl.

The whole time I had been here I was eating whatever foreign food I could get my hands on. Now I regretted that I missed eating the local delicacies.

I spent from that day on and for the last 6 days the majority of each day with rasi and mostly at his yard. We went to the beach in the night and I slept at the hotel. Both wayne and kim were extremely pissed off that I was not staying at the hotel with them but I didn't care, as far as I was concerned they had more than enough chances to enjoy their time Jamaica instead they wasted it by getting high.

I had absolutely no sympathy for them and I actually felt as though if I never saw them again in my life that would be okay.

Coming to Jamaica was not just on vacation for me, it was life-changing and nobody was going to stop it from happening.

By the time we left Wayne was not even speaking to me and Kim was busy planning what to say to her husband about the miscarriage

I was sad to leave Rasi but I was sadder to leave Jamaica so when Peter said to me that I am more than welcome to come back and live in his house I jumped on the opportunity.

In life we all have opportunities and sometimes because of fear to let them pass us by. I knew that this was not just an opportunity I knew that this is my destiny I knew that something ha