Man, lemme tell yuh 'bout my day in Portmore. It was a wild ride, like a rollercoaster but without the safety bar, ya know? So, I woke up late, as usual. Alarm clock? Nah, more like a suggestion. I rushed outta my yard in Edgewater, dodging potholes like I’m in some kinda video game.
First stop? The corner shop on Passage Fort. I needed my coffee fix. But guess what? No coffee! Just my luck, right? I was like, “Y’all serious?!” I mean, how can a day start without coffee? I was already feelin’ the anger bubbling up.
Then I hit the road, heading down to the main square. Traffic was mad! Like, Portmore traffic is a whole mood. Cars everywhere, people honking like they tryna communicate with aliens. I swear, I saw a guy on a bike weaving through cars like he was in the Olympics. I was impressed, but also like, “Bro, you tryna get yourself killed?”
Finally made it to the square, and it was packed. Vendors everywhere selling jerk chicken, festival, and all that good stuff. My stomach was growling louder than a dancehall party. I grabbed a plate of jerk chicken from this lady on the corner of George Lee Blvd. Best decision ever! I mean, that chicken was so spicy, I thought my taste buds were gonna file a complaint. But it was worth it.
While I was munching, I saw this commotion by the bus stop. Turns out, some dude was arguing with a woman over a bus fare. Like, really? You gonna fight over a couple dollars? I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Portmore, not a reality show! But then, the woman started shouting, and I was like, “Whoa, chill!”
After that drama, I decided to take a stroll down to the beach. You know, the one by Hellshire? The sun was blazing, and the water looked inviting. But as I got closer, I saw a bunch of kids playing football. They were good, man! I mean, I was impressed. But then, one of them kicked the ball too hard, and it went straight into the water. I was like, “Y’all better go get that!” But they just laughed and kept playing. Kids these days, right?
Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, heavy rain! I was soaked in seconds. I ran for cover under a nearby shack. And guess what? The shack was selling fish! So, I ended up buying some fried fish while waiting for the rain to stop. Talk about a win-win!
When the rain finally eased up, I decided to head back home. But not before stopping by the little market on Portmore Pines. I needed some snacks for later. You know, the essentials. I grabbed some plantain chips and a cold drink.
On my way back, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of how crazy the day was. From no coffee to fried fish in the rain, Portmore never fails to surprise me. I mean, it’s a vibe, ya know?
As I finally got home, I plopped down on my couch, exhausted but happy. Portmore, you crazy, but I love ya. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!