Deisel, A Jamaican Love Story – Part 2

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Episode Two

In a weeks time, Elan?

All the words in my head seemed to have gone for a walk.  I didn’t know what to say.  I could have only stared into his lovely pair of dark eyes.  Now I was hating them.   How could he?  Where is he going?  I thought we had a future together.   Well, that’s what Elan kept telling me before now.   I wasn’t even breathing rightly.  I continued searching my head space for something to say.  I listened to my throbbing heart.  Maybe I should allow it to speak for me because I honestly don’t know how to tell Elan not to leave me.

“Elan, I’ve, I’ve got to run now.”


“Let go off me, Elan. I’ve got classes in Mandeville!”

“But you said you were going to spend the rest of the day with me.”

“Let…me go, ELAN!!!”
“Relax, Deis.  What’s this for?  Why the shouting?”

I turned and I looked him in the eyes.  He stepped backward, the way I twisted my face like that of a fierce warrior.

“Thought you’d be happy, Deis.”


I couldn’t have held back my right hand.  He held his jawbone after that ‘raatid’ box I had just given him.  “Why you do this, Deisel?” he raged, feeling if his teeth were still in tack.   He moved toward me.

“What, you going to hit a girl now?”
“That hurts, Deisel.”

“You know what hurts,” I sobbed.   I wiped my eyes.  “You know what the heck hurts, Elan?”

I pulled away.

“Don’t touch me, Elan.”  I wipe my eyes once more and then I blew my nostrils in my dress.  It was as if I had lost everything, even my very pride. “I gave you all I had, everything a girl could ever give a boy…”
“But, Deisel…”

“SHUT UP!” I slammed.

He moved backward.

“Let me speak.  Elan if you needed a heart, the way I love you, I would have ripped mine out of my chest and give it to you.  And,” I sniffed, “you drag your tired body here and tell me you’re leaving, in a weeks time?”

I reached for this piece of a whip from off one of those trees behind us. “Don’t come near me, Elan.  Keep your distance.”

“Why all this negative energy?”

“I don’t wont to lose you.  I don’t even have visa to come and see you.  What, I should just act like I’m happy when the only person I truly love will be leaving, suddenly?”

“Alright, babes.  I know it’s kind of tough but, I can’t ruin my chances….”


He jolted, eyes wide open.

“You love me?   Do you love me, Elan?”

“Course, I do.  More than you ever know.  There’s no future without you, Deisel.  You are my everything.  I wouldn’t want to know what life is like without having my most precious possession by my side, you.”

I batted my eyes so that the teardrops wouldn’t come but they did; now my poor face had turned into a soggy mess.  I blew my nose again.

“Here, take this towel.”

I gave him a cut-eye.

“Alright, let me wipe that runny nose, honey.”

I smiled.  I loved him.  I cried.  I hated him.

“So, why you leaving me behind if you wouldn’t want to know what’s life without me?”

“Opportunity… for us.”

“But your momma didn’t file for the both of us, did she?  That’s not possible. You know it, Elan.”

“But I’ll be back… next year.”

I looked up into his now watery eyes.  I wished he knew the pain he had just caused a poor country girl.  I tell you, the devil is a liar!   “One year?”  I laughed and then I bawled at the same time. “One year.  So, I’m going to sit myself here in Jamaica, lock it up for you, for a year, while all the foreign women have their way with you?  You think I’m an IDIOT???”

“It’s going to be nothing like that.  Plus there’s whatsapp and all.  We will still see each other online.”

“You’ve hit your head or something like that?  I don’t want no flipping whasapp or warra warra, or whatever you call it.   All I want is my man, around me; nothing less, nothing more.”
“We can work this out, Deisel.  I know we can.  Others have.”

“Others have, eh?”  I circled him, getting a better grip of my piece of the whip. “I thought we weren’t others.  I thought our love was a one-of-a-kind.  But you know what?”   I shook my head as I rambled backward, away from him.  I slapped this silly mosquito from off my leg.  “You are like everyone else.  I thought my momma was a selfish idiot when she told me not to give my heart to a man because men don’t stay.  And it’s true.  My worthless pappy left on a ship in 1994 after telling my mammy all kinds of lies.  He never came back.”

“I’m different.  You should know me, Sweetheart.”

“I should know you?  Where am I going to stay to get to know you?  I can’t be here in Jamaica and know you when you’re living abroad.”

“I really can’t disappoint my mom – all that effort and money she used in the filing process would have been burnt, wasted.”

“Ohhhhh.  So, you either disappoint your mammy or you disappoint me then.  I ain’t going to tell you who not to disappoint, Elan.”

“You’ll have to choose. Follow your heart, sweetheart,” I bawled.

He looked up in the light-blue skies beyond the lanky limbs of trees above us.  Utter silence suddenly prevailed. The slight gust, which would constantly be blowing my hair stopped.  Even the chirping of the streamertail and tody birds above stopped as nature in its entirety seemed to listen to my fate.  Elan needed to decide.


I looked up into his eyes, trying to decipher his resolution.  I heard nothing but ringing in my ears or maybe it was the crickets in the grassland around us, heralding my fate.   “Yes…Elan?”

“I…think it’s too… late to tell my mom I’m not coming to join her.”

The skies above suddenly turned dark grey.  Mid day suddenly looked like dusk.  It seemed as if there were no more birds in the trees around us.   I felt this sharp pain to the right of my head.  My whip fell from my shaking hand.  My mouth was wide opened even as my brain fought to find words to put on my lips.  I needed to cry out but even my now swollen eyes forgot how to assemble teardrops.

“So, so, so, this is it, right?”

He looked at my trembling lips. “No, Deisel.”

“You’re leaving me here alone.”

“I’ll be back after a year.  I won’t be allowed to leave the country before a year, I’m told.”

“Get lost.”

“Where are you running to, Deisel?”


“Come back here, Deisel.  I love you.”
“Leave me alone.  I hate you.”

I continued running like a wild horse, trying to get away from a poacher.  I was running out of breath but I didn’t stop.  I made my way toward the roadway.

“Deisel, STOP. PLEASE!!!!”

I continued running.  I was breathing but air was neither going or coming through my lungs.  I needed water.   My chest became dry and so did my throat.   But I did continue making my way toward the other side of the Porus roadway.  I had lost my pair of sandals the way I had been running and skipping brambles and macka stick.


Now I was in the middle of the road, the scorching sun heat on the roadway tormenting the bottom of my feet.


I did try making it to the other side of the road but my legs wouldn’t allow.  As a matter of fact, they gave way.  I was on my back, on hot black tarmac.  Jeez.  There was throbbing pain in my head after hitting it on that hot asphalt.

“No!”  Lying there on my aching back, I saw this large white coach.  It was loaded.  I could hear the cry of its desperate brakes as its wheels locked.   The large bus skated downhill toward me.  Now it was so close to me, I could have counted the beads on its tires if there was enough time.  Now my vision was starting to become blurry.



I closed my eyes.  I covered my pulsating head with both hands.

Those killer horns of that bus sounded like the judgment.



The End Of Episode Two.


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