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A some 'Jacket' mix-up we a pree ya now. Medz dem ya:

Jacket Cyaan Travel

Raga, I know of a situation where a 48-year-old lady and her two children went to the USA on vacation and decided to stay. The man she grew up knowing as her father lived in the US. He decided to file for her and her kids. The process went well until it got to the DNA test. Raga, when the lady and her kids went for their immigration interview in the USA, they were told that they had to pick up their visas in Jamaica. They went to the interview in Kingston, only to be told that the man who had filed the papers on their behalf was not her biological father. Therefore, they were denied the visas and have been denied re-entry to the US. So after almost 50 years, that's how she found out that the man wasn't her father.

Mi jus cannot imagine wa kind a emotional pain an confusion she mus did a go tru wen she hear say har fada of 48 years is not actually har fada, an cause a dat, she could not return to the US wid har pickney dem. An di immigration authorities nuh easy, eeh! jus sen har back a Jamaica fi green card an den tell har say she an di pickney dem nuh eligible. Noooooo, sah!!

Own Up Di Jacket

Raga, my Uncle R met a girl from Clarendon named S. They were dating and then he brought her to St Catherine to live with him in the family house. She used to whore down St Catherine in our community. My cousin even saw her having sex in the classroom with one of the teachers. My cousin was telling his mom about the incident and his mom was saying she was a liar. My other uncle 'O', heard them talking and said it was TRUE because he saw them. Everyone shut up.

S is an envious and badmind gal because she used to do everything his sisters did. If they cut their hair, she does it, too. If they buy a new bedspread, she buys it, too. My uncle never believed anything his family told him, so he and she moved back to Clarendon because of all the things our family and the community said about her.

Shortly after that, she became pregnant. I have another uncle, 'C', who lives in St Thomas, who was working in Kingston as a security guard, and a man that S was having sex with told Uncle C that "as soon as her man (Uncle R) leave out and go to work, A MI INNA HIM BED A SORT HAR OUT!"

Uncle C was listening to the story and one day, told the family in the living room, including my Uncle R, who had S as his woman. And then Uncle C asked her about it and she denied it.

Then she went to Kingston and cursed the guy that she was having sex with and said he was a LIAR.

Raga, my Uncle C did not say who the guy was, and if she claimed she wasn't sleeping with him, how did she know that it was him?!

When my Uncle C went back to work, the bunna man found out that the man he was telling the story about was S man's (Uncle R's) brother! The bunna man asked, "yuh couldn't tell me seh a yuh bredda?" My uncle responded: "NO, because mi did waan hear weh yuh affi seh!"

After she gave birth to a son in 1996, she gave him my uncle's full name. Uncle C said that when he saw the child, it was the spitting image of the bunna man! Even until this day my family doesn't accept him because he's a JACKET!

But my Uncle R donesn't want to accept the fact that the child is not his son. The other day, he filed for him to come to Canada and because Canada doesn't do a DNA test, he's now living in Canada.

My Uncle R is an arrogant person and no one in the family can tell him that he got a jacket son because he gets so heated and upset.

He has a daughter in Canada, and I'm going to send the picture of the resemblance of both of them. His daughter's mother is white, and his genes are so strong, the baby girl looks just like him and the jacket son has nothing for him!

Mi see di pics dem an from appearance, it look like weh yuh a say a true, but at di end a di day, a only DNA can tell di trute. One oda ting: if him happy wid him jacket, den a betta unu jus lowe him an mek him live him life how him waan live it.

Awright, leggomentz ya now. Unu sen mi unu mix-up dem at tambourineradio@gmail.com Bless up unu self.

Do Road!