If you know any Jamaican person you will know that one thing that most Jamaicans, like to eat mangoes. There is just something about this sweet, meaty, fleshy fruit that we cannot resist. Well there is a place in Jamaica known as “Bagdill” in the great parish of Saint Elizabeth. This parish is home of the best Jamaican food. In this story I will talk about some experiences going into the forests to pick mangoes and how fun and dangerous it can be. To protect the people from my childhood I will use fake names to represent them.
Have you ever been on a journey where it started out badly and ended badly? Where you felt like nothing could be worse than what it was now, but things DID get worse? Well welcome to the life of “Craig” and “Puddy”, one a big fat guy who could do an entire complex trigonometry equation in his head, but could barely climb a tree. And puddy who was his neighbor and got his name from the incredible big head. This head had once been stuck between two metal bars and his mother had to pry the bars open to remove his head.
Now they decided to go to bagdill, which would have been a good idea except for the fact that it had rained. Since bagdill is the name given by the locals to basically a path into the hills with lots and lots of mango trees, lots of dangerous caves and lots of dangerous animals it would be foolish to go when it rained. This is made worse by the fact that a part of the journey involves going up a clay hill. For you that don’t know when there is a hard clay path and it rains then the path becomes VERY slippery.
The trip was very standard however BUT when they were coming back that’s when it happened. Puddy suddenly slipped he came tumbling down, his bucket filled with mango’s rolling behind him, his clothes covered in mud, his friend craig coming down slowly tried not to follow in his footsteps, but he slid down and landed flat on his face. He got up and realized that his entire bucket of mangoes had been spilt. And he started shouting in jamaican patwa in dismay.
This was a very hurtful experience but you never lose the lesson and the lesson was. Do not go up a clay path when it rains.
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