Jamaican Pudding Part 5: What Do I Think About Jamaican Woman Now?


The final part is here of what was something which was dear to my heart and I mean it was dear to my heart. As I went memory lane when I thought about the first chick that my family never liked, the Kingston heifer who was using me and may lied to me about her going to Manchester, the Christian with the four children and the parcel who sold herself cheaply, has two children with no father around, a user and willing to spread her legs to any man, I was thinking that those encounters was just a sexual thing even though I haven’t had any sexual intercourse with the one my family didn’t like and the using heifer from Kingston. And the dark pudding? Well, I haven’t heard from her since 2012 but whatever she is doing, I wish her best.

What Do I Think About Jamaican Women Now?

Right, what do I feel about them now? With their gold digging ways, whorish behaviour, being single mothers, wearing weave, bleaching their skin, it was like “Na I’m good!” Because as a black man, you don’t want a woman like that. After with the parcel and the Christian woman, it was like “I’m good bro!” Some of the women in Jamaica are whorish and the parcel proved it to me. When a man is looking for a woman, he doesn’t want a scraggle daggle because of the problems come along with it.

The four kids having Christian didn’t want to tell me that she has a next man, so she was treating me as a side man. And also I didn’t want a ready made family, especially with the parcel. And what I’m goanna tell you will feel sick to your stomach. You see the Christian who has the four children? Well, she had the second child with her cousin. Look, I kid you not. She got breed by her cousin. Incest does happen in Jamaica.

And the other one, the parcel? Well, she shouldn’t be playing games to a man from Brent, North West London. Why? Because I know that the girls in North West London will play games with the man if being nice to them. So the parcel who tried to play games with me like some narcissist while selling her pum pum and also spreading it around.

Some of my family members say that go for the parcel. I swear to the most high, I did not make this up. I don’t want a woman who is a gold digging narcissist, a cheap sex worker, a single mother and a community girl who was spread out her punany all over the district. Do you know how many men have ram their dick in her punany of hers? I was wondering if she has sex with those guys without condoms. Because if she did, then she better do an AIDS/HIV test. The Christian told me that she says saw her at a bashment in Kingston and she told me that the parcel had anal sex with a Spanish homosexual. The horror! — The horror!

Things are diffrent in the land of the yellow, green and black because the men in Jamaica are killing of their wives or girlfriends. The reason why they are terminating them is that the women in their lives have another man on the side. Have done three articles of Jamaican Men Ain’t Playing Around Anymore, Jamaican Women Losing their heads and Why This Is Happening when I’m explaining Jamaican men murdering their wives and girlfriends with the quickness.

In 12th January 2020 in Portmore, St. Catherine, a solider kills his wife when he found out she has a next  man. After when he kill his wife, he kill himself. And there was another man kill his woman in the summer of 2019. He chopped her head off and set the body on fire. The man who killed the woman was cold about him killing the woman. And in 2015, a man did an DNA test on 5 of his children and not even one was his. So he murdered his partner when he found out that the children was not his.

A whole leap of murder suicide in Jamaica because these Jamaican women are breaking Jamaican men hearts. With the ratchet behaviour with Jamaican women, the men from Jamaica are going S.Y.S.B.M. I have written an article called S.Y.S.B.M Jamaica when I explaining Jamaican men walking away from Jamaican women and being with non black relationships. When Jamaican men see a huge amount of women from different races when they come to England, they forget the Jamaican women especially when they go into the United States of America.

You guys must be wondering why I dealt with Jamaican women. Because they are charming. They are very, very charming. And that’s what happened to me. I fall under their charm. Jamaican women are sexy. Well some of them are and they are charming but I wouldn’t recommend any man  dating a woman from Jamaica because of their bad reputation they have and I seen it with the gold digging heifer, the parcel and the Christian as an example. Would I do something like this ever again? I would date any women but I’m making sure that I keep my standards in check.


No matter what, the Jamaican pudding was sweet though.


Jamaican Pudding Part 4: The Dark Pudding


Close to the final part of something which was dear to my heart. And it was another sexual encounter. When I was in Jamaica in 1999, I was on the road with my mum. I think she was talking to two women and one of them was a fat woman with two children and the father was not around. There was a fatty that was having a bath. I wasn’t looking! Like I’m interested, fuck that! They were having a conversation while the woman was bathing. And then, the woman said that she hope to meet an English man that will take care of me. And I said “No way!” My mum and the other woman were laughing.

Here’s the thing. Even though that there are some fine woman in that pretty little island, every single time when they see a man from the United Kingdom and from the United States, they think they have money. It seems like they are looking for a saviour to save them. And the heifer is a single mother. You think a man from the United Kingdom will take care a woman with children? Well, there are men are with women with children in the United Kingdom so what can I say.

The Dark Pudding

I was still in Jamaica clearing my head from the Christian browning and the While Hall parcel that pass herself around from one man to another. My sister’s husband knows this girl in Daverns Pen, St Thomas. When I saw the girl on his mobile phone, she has the most darkest skin with a thick body and her ass push up. So me and him went to Daverns Pen. Let me tell you something. The place is beautiful and Jamaica is a pretty place. It’s the most beautiful country I have ever seen. The place is special. So I met the dark coffee girl. Me and her hug and walk down the street together, holding hands. She lifts up her sleeve and saw my tattoos on my right arm. She says “Wow!”

We went to her house. Me and her was talking. I was lying down on her bed. She begins to look into my pants. She says that she was just checking. So I say to her to take off her pink shorts off. She took it off. I saw some of that dark pudding punany. I went on top of her and we begin to have sex, mad sex. She climbs on top of me and she was riding me like crazy. My mind went “Oh My God!” When we finished, me and her kissed.

We were in the living room watching a horror movie. Later on, she went to have a bath. I was sitting down on her bed. She comes out of the bathroom. She climbs on top of me with her towel on. We begin to make love wildly on the bed and on the floor. I was behind her and she was bent down. It was getting dark and I was heading to White Hall. I said goodbye to her and I head back with my brother in law.

It was the next day and she called my brother in law to talk to me. She wanted to see me again. The next day I meet up with her up at Daverns Pen. Me and her went to Morant Bay and we had a bite to eat. She ask me when I’m goanna see her again. And I said I don’t know. I was thinking “Oh boy!” After we finish eating, we went to back to Daverns Pen. She bought food for me. That was very nice of her.

Me and her went back to Daverns Pen. I was at her place laying sitting on her bed. She walks into the bedroom and she went to top of me wearing her mini skirt with no panties. We begin to make wild love. She was on top of me and then I was on top of her. I was making love to her like mad. Yo, it was hot like fire! After we had wild sex, me and the dark pudding was watching a Jamaican play on DVD.

We didn’t finish watching the DVD because she said that if we want to have sex for one last time. And I said yes. She climbed on top of me again and she was riding me like some cow girl and she was a thick proportionate girl too. I went on up of her making wild love on the bed. We were having wild sex for about a few minutes. After that, she was upset, crying because I was going back to England the next day.

When I was at Whitehall, I went to dead yard with my cousin. After when we was heading back to his aunt’s house, I told him that she was crying because I was heading back to England. He said that you are lover boy. When I return to England, I contacted her. I have only contacted her twice. She never called me though. The last time I have spoken to her was in 2012.

To Be Continued


Jamaican Pudding Part 3: The Christian


Part 3 of something which was dear to my heart. Yes, there is sexual nature in this but we don’t hold no punches. Here this right. Why every single time these ghetto ratchet harridans get upset when a childless black man don’t wanna date a single mother? These ghetto gagging hoodrats don’t want a good black man. They want the man who is hopeless, worthless and unproductive. And they have kids with these men for goodness sake. After when they have children with these hopeless men, then they begin chasing good black men with the quickness. And when good black men see these scraggly women, they run faster then a one 100 meter runner. I want no man to set me up with a woman. Why? She might be a single mother! Fuck that! Now, let’s get into it Jamaican erotica.

The Christian

Now let me take you back to 1999 with the Christian browning that could have been my wife and the mother of my children. Look, I wanted to marry this woman. I wanted to have a family with her, have a nice home with three AMG Mercs in the driveway in Stanmore, North West London but then something changed down the road. It was 1999 when I met her with her cousin. Both of us smiled at each other. It was straight up chemistry you, get me? When I was in North West London, I was writing to her until I began a relationship in England in August 1999 but the relationship ended in September 2000. And then after that, I had the worse girlfriend I have ever fucking had. It was late 2001 and I written to her and then she replied to me saying that she is fine and doing alright in Jamaica. She asks me for money. Yeah, I know guys!

I continue to write to the Christian browning a few times in the beginning of 2002 numerous times. She wrote back to me with two letters in the envelope. One of the letter she says that the girl I was with before was looking at her funny. Damn! I started a relationship in 2002 and ended in the summer. I did think about her but she didn’t write back to me. Rush into 2004 and I have written to her and she replied to me. She send three photos of her and one of them she was wearing a blue dress. Devil in a blue dress hu, Lol!

Right through 2004 and 2005, I was writing to her. I was thinking about the Christian browning until in mid 2005 when my older sister when to Jamaican to see her now husband. I ask her to send a letter to give to her. I think it was two weeks later, my sister came back from Jamaica and she says to me that she is not a good person; she says that you didn’t give her money and she says that she that she has no man and so on. I went “Oh man!” So I went home and written a letter to her that I don’t want her.

I was so disappointed. So, so disappointed with her. And here this. In 2006, my mum told me that she was pregnant. So she wants to be a single mother. When I was in Jamaica attending my sister’s wedding, I saw her in the street in Whitehall. Me and her talked and so on. And she said that things just happened with her and the baby father. Right money nation. I have three things to say. First, she had a baby by her friend. Second, the baby boy was born on august 6th and mine is August 4th and the third, the baby has my name as a middle name. You must be wondering what is going on here.

It was 2007 and I saw the Christian browning and her son who has his middle name my name and he was crawling. Me and her was talking about being together which will never happen. It was a wet day in Whitehall and the rain keep coming and going. I was with her and then we start kissing. I tell you, she is a good kisser. I was surprised on that. However, me and her didn’t had sexual intercourse.

I went to Jamaica in December 2010 and I saw the Christian browning. I heard she had a second child. Me and her hug and we start talking. One evening I went to see her. I call her name out of her house. She opens the door and she lets me in. We were sitting down together talking. And then we start kissing passionately. Like I said, she was a very good kisser. I was kissing all over her neck. She holds my face and just kiss my lips. Look, she just fucking devoured them. That evening was just nothing but serious lip locking.

The sex between us two? Oh boy! She asks me to say for the night and I said yes. Everyone went to sleep and me and the Christian browning share the same bed together. The brown skin Christian was wearing a black lingerie dress. She was touching my private parts and I was touching between her legs. She let me let go inside her and we begin to have sexual intercourse. I was loving every bit of it. When we finished what we were doing under the bed sheets, she was upset with me because I cum inside her. She wasn’t happy about me exploding in her. She says that she want children when she gets married. But she’s a two time baby mother. I saw her when I was at the street. She was worried that she might get pregnant. She also say that she feel something in her stomach. But she didn’t get pregnant.

I went to Kingston Town with her on Christmas. It was a Boxing Day morning and me and woke up. She lifts up her jeans skirt. I tell you she had a nice ass. So me and her had sex for a about a few minutes. It was hot like fire. She was moaning and groaning saying “Yes, Jesus!” Yeah man, I was hitting the G – Spot good, lol. We finished have sex and me and her was talking. I was sitting next to her and all I saw were tears rolling down her face because I was going back to England.

When I came back to England, I was starting to think of what my friends and cousins said to me that she has a boyfriend. At first, I didn’t believe them but I started to think. I went to my grandmother’s funeral in 2012. My grandmother died as a single mother by the way. I was at my aunt’s house and I was drinking with my cousin and his friends. I ask my sister about the Christian browning and she says that she’s pregnant. Everyone start laughing. Even I kind of laughed as well. And I did found out that she had a boyfriend after all.

I saw here for the very last time and I saw the baby. She had a baby girl. She was explaining to me about what happened and she also said that it just happened. But she has a boyfriend. That was the last time I have ever seen her. When I was talking to my friend and my cousin about her, I was asking why she never told me about her boyfriend before? And my friend said that she probably afraid to tell me. If she did told me that she had a boyfriend, I don’t think she’ll let me go. The Christian browning did disappoint me and the other brown sugar was spreading her punany all over White Hall and maybe in other parts in Jamaica. However, I forgot about them in a instant when I met a girl with the most darkest skin I’ve have even seen!

To Be Continued


Jamaican Pudding Part 2: The Parcel


Part 2 of something which was dear to my heart and I said was! Part 1, I explained of two of my exes from the pretty little island know as Jamaica and now I’m talk out one browning that I meet in 2006. As I remind you that this contains some sexual nature and I know all of you ain’t goanna be in shock but I know that you guys are goanna go “Ah shit!” I call this one the parcel. You must be wondering why is she called a parcel? Well people, your goanna find out why.

The Parcel

It was 24th September 2006. I went to Jamaica for the first time since 1999. I went to Jamaica with my mum and my first older sister because my sister was getting married there. When I was at Whitehall, I was hanging around the district with my cousin’s friends. We went to this girl’s house. As I go in, I saw this brown skin woman lying down on her bed. Me and her was talking for a while and I went on my way. I found out that she had a son. Smh! And I also found out that she had a boyfriend. Well, somewhere.

It was the next day and I visit the brown sugar. I was chatting with her for a bit. I start kissing her, and then I was licking her belly button. (Feel like it’s 1999 again). I told her that I will see her again. Oh, she had another child as well. Smh! And I gave her money as well. Don’t ask me why. I attended my sister’s wedding and the reception was off the hook. It was wild! I was dancing with one woman to another. It was a Sunday evening and I was with her. Both of us was walking together around the district. She was wearing a red shirt and a red skirt.

Me and her went to her house. Her mum and her two sisters was there watching television. We head to the bedroom and we sit down on the bed. I begin kissing her lips. Then I was kissing her thighs, them juicy brown thighs. I was being the love God that night. I lift up her T – Shirt and sucked both of her breasts. I was whispering words in her ear while I was kissing her passionately. Then, the oral sex came along. There was moaning and groaning. Then more oral pleasure come once again. When the night was over we both kissed and we said goodnight to each other.

It was the next day. I went to her house to make love to her. We went into her bedroom. We both start to kiss. She closes the house door. She comes back in the bedroom. We kiss once again. There was oral pleasure in the bedroom. Just pure moaning and groaning. She says “Put on the condom on.” I knew it was time to fuck. I put the condom and she lay down on the bed. She opens her legs to me. I said to her “Do you want me to take my time?” and she says “Yes, if you want too.” I went to top of her and we begin to have sex. I tell you it was mind blowing.

I was ready to climax. My mind exploded with this sexual encounter with brown sugar. Then as I climaxed, I saw the sexual expression on her face. Both of us cum together. I didn’t know what to think really. I was speechless but it was amazing. My mind went to out of space and it didn’t came back. I know that she had a boyfriend but he wasn’t in the district.

I was playing football with friends and family members. I saw this nice looking chick walking down the street. Then I saw her later in the evening. I was talking to her walking her home. Then the brown sugar saw me walking with the chick. I came back, she was not happy at all. She showed that jealousy that was fucking fiery. She said bye to me and walked off.

It was a Friday night and I went to see her. She still wasn’t happy. She says “Come Donovan!” So I went into her house and enter the bedroom. She was still in an envious trance. I try to talk to her about it but she wasn’t hearing it. She was making it hard for me. I try to talk to her and the browning was still not bugging. And when I was chatting to her, then she started to cry. We both hugged and put it behind us. I was at her house for a while and her jealous stance has disappeared, finally.

She walks into her bedroom with her towel on after she finish having a bath. She took off her towel and I saw her naked. I was thinking “Oh my goodness!” She puts on her clothes and sit next to me. I just feel the sexual magic that she cast on me. I told her to slide her knickers down. She lifts up her skirt and slide them panties down. I was fingering her punany for about a few minutes. She was feeling it when I was hitting her G – Spot. Then the oral pleasure occurs. There was deep moaning and groaning in the bedroom. The sexual connection between me and her is deep. And I mean so, so deep!

The next day, me and her was having passionate sex. I was between her thighs once more and yes, I was using protection. It was the final day in Jamaica. I saw her for the last time. I stayed with her. Me and her was chilling and her sisters was there as well. After I was leaving the house, she said to me “See you in a couple of years.” We both kissed and she went back inside. My uncle who is young then I am went with me told me that she was goanna cry.

A year later, I see her again but things were different. And I mean very different. I went to visit her. We were outside of her house talking. Then she said that “What have you bought from me from England?” and I said nothing. Then things went silent. I was seeing her for a few times but nothing was happening. In other words she was playing me. And the reason why is that I didn’t bring her anything from Britain. So I was talking to other girls, chatting them up and so on. She found out that I was with another girl because some simp snitched on me. He wanted her but the girl was with me. She was upset about it. We chat about and then I went on my way.

I was at my aunt’s house and friend told me that she has a boyfriend. But I know about the boyfriend but here this. Oh my God, you guys are goanna laugh. I heard that she has sex with a man for one hundred dollars. In British sterling, it’s fifty seven pence. I started to think I’m done with this bitch. And I know hat she has a whole leap of man so there is no way I’m going near that. But I did some freaky stuff with two girls though.

I did see her in 2010 but nothing much happened. And they I seen her in 2012 when I went for my grandmother’s funeral. People were there digging her her grave site to prepare her burial, drinking rum, talking, making jokes, laughing and so on. Then I saw her. Me and her hugged. She says that what have I bought for her from England. And she was saying that she was broke. I gave her some money which was a bad thing and regret it since. I saw her a few times at her home. We kissed but no intimacy.

I was at a dance outside big shop. The D.J was playing dancehall music, everyone is dancing, everybody was having a good time. I saw her at the dance. She was standing next to a man and then I see both of them holding hands. When I saw that I was like “That was it. I’m fucking done with her!” I was ready to move on from this ghetto hoodrat of the district. She has more then one man, she acts like a slut, she prostituted herself cheaply, she has two kids which the father is absent, you think any man want that? I had a great night with her two sisters but I rejected that fool who is single mother with two children and spread her pum pum all over the place. I was ignoring her when we walk past each other numerous times because she knew that she fucked up. And one of my cousin’s friend said to me that she says to come see her. My mind went “What?”

I was ignoring her over and over again. I didn’t even look at her when I walk past her when I’m walking around the district. But I didn’t give a shit anyhow. I didn’t wanna deal with that fool that will spread her punany around the district. The whore of Whitehall was just a parcel from Royal Mail that was passed around, for dick. And she sells herself cheaply? And she wanted to play games with a man that is street? And she has two kids with no daddy around? And she opens her legs to M – 16 Denz, One Hand Alfred, Weed Farmer Rick, Stretchers and Ghetto Mice? And the men up at Whitehall say that she’s loves me? They feel like I’m a mug! On February 11th 2012, I left Jamaica without even saying goodbye to the district scraggly and I promise myself that I will never ever see her again.

To Be Continued


Jamaican Pudding


This is something which is dear to my heart. Well was, I repeat, was! From all of the former girlfriends I had, they were really lousy and they still are. I’m not surprised on that. As I look back on the wrong decisions I have made, I have only one girlfriend that was black British. And she was Congolese/Jamaican as well. Two were biracial and one East African. But mostly the other exes were Jamaican. I’m doing this in five parts because it will be quite long to read and some of the parts do have sexual references, but hey, we ain’t holding back.

In 1995, my first sexual encounter was with a Jamaican chick when I was a teenager but let me take you to 1999 when I was 17 years old. On that year, my died from a stroke. He had told my mum that if he dies, he wanted to get buried in Jamaica next to his parents. As he got his wish, me and my family took his body to White Hall, St Thomas, Jamaica. After the funeral, I was thinking about what I’m goanna do without my father in my life now because he’s but that’s another story. Right, it was getting dark. Me and my older cousin went out to the district one evening so I can find a girl. Then I met this chick who was 18 years old and had a one year old son who wanted to talk to me. So, me and her sat down and talked. We talked for a long time.

Then I begin kissing her face. They I was touching between her legs. She moved her hand but she wasn’t upset. I wanted to kiss her on the lips. Then I was touching between her legs again. She moved my hand once more. Then I kissed her on her face. There was one woman that was cheering and laughing. She had a nice body. Me and her head to my aunt’s. Well she walked me to the house. After we say good night, we both kissed which set the Jamaican night on fire. As I head to my aunt’s house in a dizzy state of mind from the passionate kiss, I told my family about her. As I did, they were not happy at all. They didn’t like her because she’s a whore, thief, etc. My cousin said she’s no good because she has a whole leap of man; she’s a whore and all that. After that Jamaican lecture he gave me, I went to bed with my head still spinning like a whirlpool.

The next day I saw her again. She wanted to talk to me about this Christian girl that I met earlier before. So she told me to see her tonight. Later on in the evening I went to see her and she wanted to talk about the Christian girl. Yes, there was jealousy there because she wasn’t happy about that. After when me and her finished talking about it, we just hold each other right through the evening just kissing. I really wanted to have sex with her and I mean I really wanted to have sex with her. My family members say that I must stay away from her. So did my cousin.

It was a Sunday evening and it was raining heavily. Lighting strike all over Jamaica. Me and her was sheltering from the rain. Me and her went to her house. I was sitting outside her house and she went inside to do something. When she came out of the house, she sit right on top of me. We kissed with some mad passion and I mean with some passion. We kissed for about a few minutes or so and then I was beginning sucking her breasts, both of them. But I know me and her wasn’t goanna end up under the bed sheets to make love. And that’s what I really regret. Not making love to her in her house.

My thoughts were running wild through my head because of this fucking girl but I did see the Christian girl. My family members say that go for the Christian girl because she better for you. Me and the baby mother talked about the Christian woman. As I about to leave, she says that “You better make a decision which one you want to be with. Is it me or her?” Then my head went into two different directions. I like the both of them but to be with someone in a relationship, you have to choose only one.

So, I come back to North West London with my dad’s wish coming true by burying him in Jamaica but I have this choice in my head. I thought about it for about a few days and then I made my decision. I decided to go for the Christian chick. So I written a letter to her and said that I’m going for the Christian chick. I thought I made the right choice to take the Christian chick but fuck I was wrong on that, star! The last time I’ve seen her was in 2007 in Jamaica. She was there for a holiday and I think she had other kids. She’s lives in Toronto, Canada. I saw her staring at me and I think to myself “Hold up! I know this girl.” She wanted to talk to me and I went to her. And she say that “Do you remember me?” And I said yes I do.

Me and her was just talking, chatting, no passionate kissing like in 1999. I don’t know how long we’ve talked but it was a nice conversation. She said that are you with the Christian and I said no. As we finished talking, me and her shook hands. We both laugh because if we hug, we might end up kissing and I’m goanna start thinking “I’m goanna see her later tonight!” but in 2003, Jesus Christ!

It was the summer of 2003 and my mum and my aunt was celebrating their birthday (Their birthday was on 30th April but that is the not the story I’m talking about). I saw this Jamaican fatty. I couldn’t stop staring at her. We were talking all night and then we were dancing. She took my number and she took mine. It was a Tuesday evening. It was sunny evening as well. She text me that could she have fifteen pounds so she can go to Manchester. I should of look at this and see that as a red flag.

I met up with her up at Wembley Central. We both kissed. We head to King Edward VII park with my hand around her wide waist. I give her the fifteen pounds. I don’t know why. We sit down on the bench together and we were just chatting. As things when quite with me and her, I went on top of her and I was kissing her Jamaican lips while she was sitting on the bench. She locked her feet around my ankles. I kind of like that actually. I unzipped her hoodie and lift up her shirt. I was squeezing her breasts for about a few minutes.

In the relationship, I just saw nothing but red flags. Because she was only interested in using me financially asking me to buy credit for her phone and the worse thing is that me and her wasn’t even intimate at all. It was my birthday and she was asking me to buy credit. On my fucking birthday. I tell you black men, these scraggle daggles are worthless especially the ones in Jamaica. It seems like this narcissist from Jamaica was playing games with me, so it was like I might as well chat up other girls, you get me? I just stop calling her because I just had enough.

I saw her at my mum’s house. Mum was keeping something some party thing. Me and her was having a conversation. I was feeling really bitter because I felt that I was being used. And at that time, I didn’t have a voice that time. When we was talking outside, she said that she have been hurt. But hurt by what? What men did to hurt you? But you know, gold diggers don’t feel anything. When we broke up, I felt so sick to the stomach, I just wanted to throw up! Oh my God! When she was leaving, she says she will call me. She better don’t fucking call me!

The next day, I told my friend from Kingsbury that I broke up with her. I told him everything. I even told him that I wanted to fuck her with no condom. He went into complete shock when I told him that. It was a shock to his system when I told him that I wanted to fuck her and shoot up inside her. Not only she was a gold digging heifer but she was a smoker as well. And she always accuses me of lying also. But what the fifteen pounds that I gave her to go to Manchester? Is she lying on that?

Things got bitter with me and her. Always clashing. I just really didn’t like this person at all. There was one time and she ask me for five pounds for mini cab to go home. She ask me more then once. Then I told her that why you always asking me for everything?” She says that “OK, OK!” and she walks out of my mum’s house upset. First of all, I’m not giving anything and second, the N98 bus still was running you know. Why she just take the bus to Kingsbury? Damn! In 2005, I was thinking to myself “Why did you let these whores use you!? The fuck man! Yo blud, you meant to be street! You’re from North West London! You meant to be a street boy! Be street!”

All man up at Church Road like Weed Man Jake come to me and said “Your ah idiot Donovan, your ah idiot! You make the gyal take you fi fool and you make her use you and she ah a give money you give her to the next man and the next man ah press it. Mi ah gyaliss you know! Mi have gyal in Willesden, Harlesden, Neasden, Watford and up ah Luton!” And then Rapid Fire Rasta walk out out of a woman’s house and say “What ya do now Donovan? You make gyal use you? Why you make gyal use you? Your not a gyaliss! You say your a big time pick up artist and you know about art of seduction and, and, and make gyal use you for money? You have to be a gyaliss man! You have to be soundrel! You see me ah soundrel? You see me have a whole leap of gyal you know” I’m just joking guys. Lol!

So I change my persona and become street. I just walk down the streets with that anti nice guy attitude. When you are being nice, the girls will have the green light to play games with you and they become victorious. I have done an article called Hard To Be Nice when I explained of being the nice guy is very hard thing.

In 2005, I saw her with her friend sitting next to Willesden Bus Garage. She saw me and I saw her. We both talk for under a minute. Then she asks me that do I have a girlfriend. I said no and she says why. And I said that because I don’t want a girlfriend. After I walked off she ask me that do I have five pound and I said I don’t have, and then I walk off. Then I saw her again in 2006 and then in saw her at a rave in 2009. That’s it really. I haven’t seen her since then. I’m still asking questions about her and her insecurities. But in 2006, things got so steamy beyond my wildest dreams. And I mean beyond my wildest dreams.

To Be Continued