The golden rays of sunlight shone through the living-room louvers as I sat in my grandmother’s living-room playing a game of cards with my uncle, Pom-Pom before there was a sudden knock on the front door. I approached the old, wooden, dark-brown door and opened it to see my best-friend, Tabby.
“You want to go outside and play?” Tabby asked.
“Okay, just now,” I replied before walking away to put on my shoes. “Uncle Pom-Pom, I’m going outside with Tabby,” I told him as I put on my signature dusty, brown, boots.
“Alright, come inside before the streets light turn on, you hear?” he replied to my statement. I muttered an “okay” before walking out of the door and into the yard.
I sat in my grandmother’s yard under the laden, lofty mango tree as beautiful blue and yellow birds flocked to peck at the juicy fruit. As Tabby and I sat on hot, barely alive, grass playing a game of dominos, my attention slowly faded from the game and into Aunty Pam-Pam and Miss Mary’s conversation. My grandmother always said “Don’t mind other people’s business because you will miss out on your own,” but I couldn’t help it.
“You heard about Johnny’s boy, Mark?” Aunty Pam-Pam questioned, “Yes Pam, he was caught thieving the neighbour’s boxers off their line.” she replied. A loud cackle left my dried, cracked lips. “You know how long I’ve been calling your name for you to play and you sitting there staring into space and laughing,” grumbled Tabby. “Sorry Tabby, I was just listening to what Aunty Pam-Pam and Miss Mary was talking about.” I said before toning my ears back into their conversation. “He thieving a thing like boxers, but his mother always seen wearing big gold chain and earrings,” Miss Mary continued.
“Yes Pam, his mother always buying brand name products but can’t afford a boxers.” Miss Mary agreed.