It was a very hot and dusty August afternoon in 2015, the sun had come out with a vengeance. People were scrambling in and out of the Montego Bay bus park. Those who waited to board taxis and buses to their respective destination, hid under umbrellas and the rustic iron shelters to seek refuge from the sun’s merciless rays. The bus park was very buzzing with life as people huddle in groups or pair to converse; those who seem to be travelling alone used their phones for entertainment, Vendor shouted over the noise to get patrons to notice their goods; several persons stop to look at clothes or buy refreshment. I was getting irritated the longer I waited for my boyfriend to pick me up- I hated waiting or being outside the comfort of my house when the weather was so unsympathetic- but Sufjan had insisted that he take me to Kingston as he did not like the idea of me travelling so far on a minibus due to their reckless driving and I had missed my 11: 00 A.M shuttle with Knutsford …show more content…
I was distracted from my thoughts by vendors with buckets of juice, water, and snacks strapped to their arms, walk pass to appetize the patrons as they waited. Soon it seemed everyone at the park in eyesight was eating or drinking a cold refreshing beverage. I too felt parched, so I purchased a bottled water from a short black man, he seems to have rubbed the hard part of life his clothes were un-kept and his beard sticks out like pepper light on a Christmas night; I couldn’t help but notice the long scars at the side of his face extending to the corner of his mouth, I thought to myself that this man must have been a criminal at some point in his life, if not still very dangerous. I wondered if he had a family, if not for the brown newly-looking wallabee Clark’s shoe he was wearing, he looked positively homeless. Thinking back to that moment I couldn’t decide if the reason I bought the water from him was out of fear or I was just