Island Soul City Dreams

I love New York, but my heart has a Caribbean beat. It pulsates to the traditions of my people. Attuned to the rhythms of this City, I stay West Indian to the bone. I reflect. I analyze. I speak my mind. ~ I Keep it Irie ~

Ode To My Man

Sanaa Lathan and Omar Epps had mad passion in love n basketball
But lemme tell ya, dem ent want nuttin wid me and my Bajan man at all.
R& R Honey Farms, Sister Marshall snow cones, nor de cane grounds in BIM
Can’t begin to compare to de sweet satisfaction uh does get from him.
Unless yuh experience dis kinda pleasure yuh really won’t onstand
But uh gine try to tell wunna bout de love in dis ode tuh my man.

Um is donkey years now since me and he duh tuhgeddah,
Believe it or not, how we met was thru muh dear muddah
I was a lil girl back then, boney but not suh bad looking,
Aftah washing muh face and hand, mummy called muh to de kitchen
She thought it best to train muh from young to pick a good chossell;
Breakfast ready and my new friend dey, mummy left we at de table.

I remember um like um yestuhdee, it was love at first sight,
Like yuh favourite hot cooked food – yuh cah wait tuh tek a bite
I was hooked like Bajan flying fish getting ketch in Tobago,
Beside myself like de uddah day when Speechifer buss up she toe
Come tuhmuh, stand widmuh, don’t leftmuh – all uh dem uh would try
To mek sure dat nobody come between my delicious boo and I!

Some o’ dem does come dressed up in hot red trying to compete
But my man in his sexy blue does open yuh appetite tuh eat
Uh love evrahting bout he: from he light brown skin and hard body;
To de way he does smell and feel whenever I get muh hand pun he.
And don’t talk bout when my lips touch he and my mout start tuh water
Uh does add de anchor cheese, get some mauby and savour my man, my love,
My Eclipse biscuits – de best Bajan cracker!

by Maquita “De Scribe” Peters

~ I Keep it Irie ~

See below video for a friendly “debate” on Bajan Eclipse Vs Sodabix:-) P.S. To my non-Caribbean peops, I’ll be happy to interpret the Bajan dialect featured in both “poem” and vid!:-D

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2 thoughts on “Ode To My Man

  1. Natalia on said:

    You know as sweet as dese ones might be, dem still in like de old time ones!! When dem used tuh come in 4’s not 2’s!!

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