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Article: Life of a Sandy Bay vendor
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- The Weekly Gleaner
- Article date:
- June 7, 2007
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SHEENA WAS talking at what seemed like lightning speed to the young man sitting on the tree stump beside her. His eyes were droopy and he looked like he was on the verge of sleep. But Sheena didn't seem to notice or at all care.
"So when she come now she tell di bwoy fi come outa di house and di bwoy just gallop weh! Hee Hee! It was one piece a sinting inna di late night you see man!" she said, slapping her palm against her knee as she laughed loudly. The man she was talking to cracked a smile but didn't move much more.
The two were sitting in front of a wooden stall by the side of the road in Sandy Bay, Clarendon. On the stall were a bunch of hand Grafted items and a few bottles filled ...