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  • Usain Bolt And Mi, by Joan Andrea Hutchinson

    Usain Bolt And Mi, by Joan Andrea Hutchinson


    Big up Joan, and your husband. Tuff poem. Bim!

    Photo by Clive Brunskill/Getty Images

    Usain mi dawlin, mi just want yuh fi know dat sake a yuh, mi marriage almost mash up di odder day, because a piece of jealousy teck my husband.

    Well wah never happen in a year happen in a day
    Mi kyaan believe mi eyes
    Ever since Usain Bolt win di Olympics 100 metres
    Fi mi husband start exercise

    Yuh tink a lickle talk mi a talk to him
    Bout how him belly a get big
    Mi tired fi tell him how him a get waggaty
    An start to fayva pig

    Mi spend mi money sign him up a gym
    Steam vegetable gi him every day
    Him suck him teet an say "Man must have guts"
    And galang him merry way

    But when Usain Bolt win di Olympic 100 metre gold
    An mi start fi scream
    "Usain Bolt mi love yuh, mi love yuh, mi love yuh
    Yuh fulfill mi wildest dream"

    Mi run up an dung inna di living room like mi mad
    All liddung pon di floor
    Mi say "Usain, a long time no man no excite mi so
    Mi ago love yuh more and more"

    Right now mi have picture of Usain Bolt pon every wall
    And one beside mi bed
    One pon mi t-shirt, two inna mi purse
    And a Usain Bolt inna mi head

    Usain Bolt full mi up wid so much pride
    Mi doan even waan fi eat
    And when mi talk bout how him body look good
    Mi husband say mi sound like mi a cheat

    Him mout long up and say mi have young bway nature
    An a long time mi love mawga man
    When mi tell him say Usain Bolt just meck mi feel good
    Him say mi a behave like more dan fan

    Him bex like bullfrog di odda morning
    How mi gi him di breakfast cold
    Sake a mi a watch di rerun a Usain a gi dem donkey length
    Fi win di 100 metre gold

    Dem show di race again when mi a cook di Satiday soup
    Mi gi out "What a mawga man can run"
    Mi dis hear "it come een like say sake a dis mawga man
    Mi an mi Satiday soup a get bun"

    Well Usain mi dawlin, dem say who bex lose
    So mi say later fi him
    But one ting mi know all of a sudden him start eat healty
    And find himself a gym

    And between mi an yuh Usain, him proud a yuh big time
    But mi dear, nuh watch no face
    Yuh name write pon mi heart dat Satiday when yuh get di gold
    Inna di Olympics 100 metre race

    Contact Joan: joanandreahutchinson@chat-bout.net
    "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
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