The steam came from the pot cooking over the hot stove allowed an aroma to circulate through the household that made Kyle calm down as his mother cooked some brown stew chicken and oxtail with red peas and rice. He impatiently waited as he unknowingly drove his enemies to his home last night. They followed behind him as he left Kingston and headed to Yorktown. Dem rude bwoys Dwayne and Baron plotted to comeback first thing the next day. Kyle spotted the old Honda that sat across the street. "What the bumbacloth ah gwaan across the street" he said the moment he spotted the car with two men in it. "That car don't belong right there!" He rushed to his room to grab his loaded extended clip AK-47 and once he did chaos shortly followed. "Gwaan inna di room" Kyle ordered his mother as he looked outside the window once more. But this time the car was still there but he couldn't see anyone in the car. Dwayne and Baron made there way to the back door as Kyle's mother rushed into the bedroom and hid herself. "What the blood cloth smell so nice" said Baron as he opened the back door into Kyle's home. They glimpsed over into the kitchen and saw steam flying out of all four pots. "Mi have to get mi a plate" said Baron who was more concerned about feeding his belly than the task at hand. Dwayne slapped him on the back of his head to knock some sense back into him. "Say one more word about food and mi a shoot your f*ckin face off likkle youth!" Dwayne spotted Kyle heading out the front door when he began shooting at him. "Kill that bwoy right there make him a duppy" Dwayne ordered Baron to kill Kyle. Baron has no sense whatsoever so he ran all the way to the front door entrance firing his gun in the direction Kyle ran but Kyle took cover. No bullets found him as he hid behind a wall on the side of the house. He waited for Baron to exit his home. Baron walked out the house without knowing exactly which way Kyle went and that was a deadly mistake that cost him his life. He turned left when he should've turned right and Kyle lit him up life the sky on the Fourth of July innna America because of the fireworks. Dwayne watched as Baron collapsed to the floor right as he walked through the front doorway. "Ah you next pus*yhole" yelled Kyle as he walked up to the door way with his gun trigger firmly gripped by his index finger. "Say hello to the bloodcloth devil for me" Kyle said as he could hear Dwayne's footsteps as Dwayne approached the doorway. One thing Kyle knows is his mother's house. Every crack in the floor and all the weird sound each tile makes as you step on them Kyle could calculate precisely where Dwayne stood inna his mother's house. Kyle decided to play offense but not be aggressive at all. He decided to finesse and just wait for his opponent to dig his own grave. He waited as Dwayne thought with his emotions the instant he saw his good friend and closes business associate fall down dead right before him. Instead of thinking with his head like he normally does he thought with his emotions and that led to his demise. Kyle waited with patience as Dwayne stepped up to the doorway and Kyle released every last bullet left in his gun. The steam a still fly from the pot as the Mon a drop flat. Kyle knows this may only be the beginning and he knows he has to get his mother out of this house because who knows what ah come next.... to be continued!
Inspired by:
Dexta Daps - SHABBA madda pot
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