Jamaican Patois Books Novels & Stories

"Curry goat with rice and peas,ackee and saltfish,Jamaican patty wrapped in coco bread,and a dinner plate with black beans,shredded beef,jerk chicken and rice" Jennifer said looking at Alice surprised. "What? A pregnant woman gotta eat" "You can eat all of that?" Sophia asked "When you got two mouths to feed,yes" Alice replied "Alright,don't get too full on us saying that you can't walk or anything" Jennifer said "I won't,now let me start digging into my Curry goat with rice. It looks so good!" Alice said as she takes a bite if her food. "And it is!" She said as she continues to eat as Sophia giggled and shook her head

PIDGIN ENGLISH Na so, abeg Omoh, come help me- - of course, please Omoh, come and help me in the for Kitchen, make I no laugh burst - - - - kitchen, let me not over laugh my belle Na waoo, because say my boyfriend- - -Hmm, because my boyfriend isn’t around, right? nodey here, abi?” No vex- - - - - - - Don’t be angry this my friend na barrack girl oo,- - -This my friend is a barrack girl, her father is in her papa na navy. No be like you wey- - -the Navy. Unlike you that your father was in the

"Don't waste your time James. I am not here to die. I only followed you here because you are unfamiliar with Igboland. I didn't come here to put my life at risk. As you can see, I have a beautiful wife and and three young children who are still growing up. I already lost a wife, it will be bad if my children find out that their father died trying to destroy the gods that their ancestors worshipped. It will be too bad James. Count me out of your plans. Stick with Umuise. They don't have a chief priest who would challenge you. They are simple faithful worshippers of their gods. Every man and his own shrine." James grabbed the book he was reading and flipped the pages quickly. Then he turned to

A/N: Hello readers, I'm just letting you know not to get turned off by the Jamaican Creole in the first few chapters, I just wanted the dialogues to feel authentic, but after the female lead moves to America, there won’t be too many patios. And I did leave translations for the ones that have a heavier accent. I hope you enjoy this book. One love and God bless you all. ****** JULY 1st, 2020 "Come on, baby girl. Make a wish," Tasha's mother said gently. The light from the sixteen candles flickered against her cocoa-brown skin.

“Something about it seems my life has always been around the ocean that is Poseidon domain. So, do you think you’ll be able to help me on my essay about Poseidon?” “Well, I do have some old books on Poseidon that I can give to you that will hopefully help you with your essay.” He left the room but was back in no time carrying some old looking books wrapped in a cloth or something like cloth. He hands me all three of the books, but it seems the two out of the three were written in English. I’m not sure what the third book was written in, but I know that I don’t recognize the language. “Daddy, what’s this book written in?”

He thinks he's a Jamaican most times and was trying to speak patois but he sucks at it big time. " Marcus long time don't see, can we ask you a big favor?" He nodded his head and told us to come in. " so wah can I do for you?" See what I'm talking about? He was listening to bob marley's song three little birds and I wanted to sing along but we had a purpose here, one that couldn't wait. After we explained to him what we wanted, he pulled us towards the living room where his mate was getting high with him. " manny these two want to try some weed roll it up will you?" Manny nodded his head and got to work. I watched with wide eyes as he finished in no time then handed one to me and the other t

I return to the palace, after tiring myself in my forays into these new lands. Jafar informs me where the library is and that there is a plethora of old books, classics of English literature, French and I find Gabriela’s Clove and Cinnamon version in English, besides Captains of Sand and Tereza Batista, all of Jorge Amado, apparently we have a lover of Brazilian literature here in Bahrain. I take a volume of “Grandes sertões veredas” and decide to re-read, writers like Jorge Amado, João Ubaldo Ribeiro, Guimarães Rosa are never too much, it is always a new pleasure to rediscover them.

I mumbled, getting annoyed at the mere fact that I heard his voice the moment I was celebrating his absence. It made me feel how wrong I was and how Luca's presence would always glue to me even though he was absent. Deciding to enjoy the few hours I had, I sat comfortably on the sliding bench. The bright ray of the warm sun shone onto my skin, emitting a dark orange glow. TINT by Morrison Ishanique was the title of my book, written by a Jamaican author. It was my first ever Jamaican read, and though the language barrier, I still understood a little of every word. It was all thanks to my interest in languages too.

He considered asking Gowthami as he was unable to understand it. He then made his way to Gowthami to find out more about the dialect and subject matter of the book. “What sort of discourse is this, Aunty?” Upon closer inspection, Gowthami discovered that the book was written in Nagari. "The writing is in the dialect of Nagari." "Nagari?" inquired Parikshit. "Aunty, could you please explain?" "Yes, indeed. This speech is outdated". Gowthami was the one who first introduced the language.

He shouted at Patrick, "Arlosi, saturion, casuatalida!" He spoke the local language, Fijian. This was a modern language developed when, in the 16th century, Horizon Reach Company brought contracts and slaves to Southwick. It was a language recognized globally and used by less than two million people worldwide. Patrick could not understand a word. "S—Sir?" Thinking he was about to be executed, Patrick turned to look at the sturdy thug escorting him, nearly crying. "Sir, what did your boss just say? Is he going to kill me? I'm willing to pay a ransom. I have money at home!"