Complicated As

I'm Deiselle, a girl from a humble beginning, Porus, Jamaica. I've always wanted to be a nurse because I believed I cared about people. Truth is, now I'm so afraid of that word – 'care'. My biggest mistake, I guess, was caring for that bwoy, Elan – that big-head bwoy. Only if he had loved me even half as much as I loved him then I would have believed him when he said he needed me to carry his baby after we spend the night under the moonlight down by the river. He told me he would marry me when he came back. Mi still a wait. Still waiting.

So, it's best to focus on being a real nurse then, eh? Career first and men behind. Yes, dem behind. Kiss me teeth. But maybe the career thing can wait because when opportunity happens, you see money like pennies falling from the sky. And a trying young lady like me won't drop this catch. But like the old saying, 'silver and gold will vanish.'

In the end, there's this saying, 'The Best Way To Hold On To What you Love, is To Let Go.'

So maybe I should finally try letting go. Not a raatid!