4.26.2007

Hater Quota Exceeded!

Yesterday was a day that held a rude awakening for me, well not exactly an awakening as I was always aware of this inherent power that I possessed, but what I was not aware of was to what extent. It was a day full of promise, not exactly, I had two tasks to complete, one at 3:30 the other after and I was determined to merely carry out these tasks and have a normal day. Little did I know what the fates had in store for me.

So i'm walking along my merry way, on Duke street trying to find East Queen street, after travelling down and then realising that I was going in the wrong direction. Then I see a friend of mine, we exchange minor greetings and I tell him I'm trying to find the Bryan's photo studio on East Queen's street. He then suggests that I speak to his supervisor who, I figure, would be able give directional assistance for my journey.

After explaining my dilemma to this supervisor, who will remain nameless, he then offers to carry me in his company vehicle to my destination. Needless to say I chose the A/C'd mobility over the pedestrian traverse, after all I am no fool. Small talk ensued. Names exchanged. He asks for a contact number, I swiftly avoid the question. Then here it comes.

"Where are you from?"

"What do you mean by where am I from exactly? like a geographical location?" I reply, quite perturbed.

Please bear in mind that the Nadya that I am and have always been would have swiflty responded with "Unda mi modda, weh else?" But a lesson I learnt under the tutelege of my mother is that 'when yuh han inna lion mout, tek time...draaaaaaaaw it out' and so I refrain from my feisty comeback and respond with "Kingston, St. Andrew".

It was as if this mampy of a man could not take a hint. He then had the audacity to ask me for an address. Now I was always told never to speak to strangers... much less shell out my address to them, so I once again very diplomatically told him "in the general barbican area".

Mi cacafaaat! Ah yassuh now story come to boooom!

The man start mek up one bag of noise bout how him tink seh some ting wrong wid ME and how mi a gwaan like mi nice and a guh roun him question.
Bout if him did know seh mi did mad den...

Suh mi seh "Yuh shoulda ask mi dat fus! Cause mi ooda well an tell yuh seh a MAD MI MAD! and mi deh pon medication!"

All the while transporting me down Duke Street and wishing that him never did meet me!

Now a little backtrack my readers, when I had first encountered my friend on the road (who is now sitting behind me in the moving vehicle) I had already passed the vehicle with the supervisor and it was HE who signalled to my friend for me to have conference with him ALSO I was very much wearing my t-shirt which clearly states STAY SINGLE. Could I have made my intentions for the day any more succint? I think not your honor.

Back to the story. As we now approach Bryan's studio the man, who is still tracing me off while I laugh after him and ask him if he's serious, makes the statement that inspired this blog entry.

Here it goes: I HATE EVERY BONE INNA YUH BODY!

Yes ladies and gentlemen, that is exactly what he said. He HATED every bone in me, the ones he spoke to and the ones he didn't apparently.

Now you must be wondering, what else did Nadya seh to dis man dear God dat woulda upset him suh? Sumting deh deh shi nah tell wi! I promise you I have divulged every last morsel of information about this encounter and have concluded that this man must have problems getting women and poor me, poor innocent me, was the last straw to break this shrek-looking camels back.

Then it dawned on me on a more personal level, after I laughed in the man's face again and thanked him for the ride, wishing him and his family all the best, that this was not the first and probably would not be the last time that someone has told me they hated me. Albeit not a stranger and certaintly not after 10 minutes of conversation, not to mention every last bone in me. But yes, I've been hated on before. I've been told to stink my finger in a socket, threatened, told to jump off of a building etc. and it had me wondering.

What is it that I have done on this earth to warrant such hate? I am such a lovable person after all. Rambunctious yes, but all I do is bring joy to the world one day at a time. And then I realise that I really don't give a fuck, never had and probably never will.

In the words of the wise Nastradamus:
(8) You can hate me now, but I can't stop now and I won't stop now, You can hate me now(8)

So while I relent in the fact that maybe EVERYONE doesn't heart Nadya, it has proved that I do have the immense ability to stir anothers emotions into such turmoil that the only word they can think to describe it is HATE.
Pretty damn good if I may say so myself.

I am just one step closer to taking over the world.

Goodnight.