Stranger than fiction…o_0


I pledged never to write about the people around me in my blogs. This is if we become friends and they stumble upon it eventually, that would be awkward. However, I have to write about my experience last night which still has me pinching myself.

Last night I had an encounter with a random girl, she might as well have been a ghost because I don’t know where she came from, neither where she went after.

I live in a shared space with five men. We all have our own rooms, but we share bathrooms and kitchen area. Now this situation lends itself to so many stories, but we will have those on another day.

This particular Saturday I sat down to dinner of curried chicken and white rice. I heard a knock on my door and there was this red-head waving to me in the doorway. This is unusual, because I have never seen a woman in this house. She introduce herself and was kind enough to apologize for the alcoholic fumes leaving her body because it is her day off and she has been drinking, so she maybe drunk. Wait, it isn’t awkward yet.

She said she smelled my dinner and it smelled so good that she was wondering if I have any more so that she may have some. Please understand that this is a common joke among Jamaicans back home. We will ask to share in a stranger’s meal as a compliment to how good it looks or smell, but will definitely not accept after the polite consent from the cook. A Jamaican friend of mine shared how he was severely beaten by his mother because she caught him accepting food from the neighbours; What made it worse was that it was a dumpling… that warrants the death penalty in Jamaica. This tacit rule is rooted deep in our culture and we all blindly obey it without thought to question its origin. Anyway, back to Miss Thing….I nervously laughed at the request and she laughed too, but I became confused because she was looking with expectancy. I said to her that I don’t have any left as I only prepared for one . Now please understand my surprise when Miss Thing takes the plate from my hand and starts eating….as God is my witness it r the truth. She shovelled too clumps of chicken into her mouth before I even registered what was happening. She handed me back the plate while informing me she graduated from George Brown with a Food Management degree and my dinner is very tasty… as if I didn’t know; I told her thanks with a smile.

She goes further to take my cup and begin drinking. At this point I started looking around for a hidden camera because clearly this was a prank, it had to be. She then steps beyond me, sits on my bed and starts shooting questions at me about where I’m from and what I am doing in Canada …looking around the room as she speaks. Then Miss Thing removes her shoes, so I say, “This feels so surreal, like I am in an updated version of Goldy Locks and the three bears.” She responds, “…but there are only two bears,” and starts to cackle…0_O She eventually left, well not before taking some more of the rice and giving me a high-five. 

Can somebody explain to me what happened? I’ve never had this experience in my life and I am too shock to be angry. Can anybody say if this has happened to them and if I should expect more encounters like this? Clearly I am not in Kansas any more Toto…and that r the truth.

I got shot…with influenza


I have never had influenza, oh lord the word sounds serious, let me retry this. I’ve never had the Flu, yes, better. All my life of walking in the rain as a child, walking on the cold tiles of my parents house, sleeping under the open window allowing the night wind to chill my body and still I never caught the flu. I’ve caught a cold, everybody has, but the flu is an entirely different thing. According to the American Journal of Medicine more than 100 people die from the flu annually. It was this data that lead to the situation documented in this blog.

Well, in Canada November to March is flu season. Just as we have mango season and June plum season in Jamaica, this is annual but not as pleasant an experience. Flu season is a major thing here, business places offer hand sanitizer to customers and some even have face mask for people who are sneezing or coughing. I landed in the middle of flu season and was advised by my doctor and my fear of dying that I need to take precautions and protect myself from catching influenza. I agreed to this because frankly what did I have to lose…but my life. I got a flu shot, was pretty simple and quick, didn’t hurt at all…at the time.

I woke up that night with my arm on fire, not literally but it might as well have been on fire as the heat coming from it could have kept the entire GTA warm for winter. It was also swollen as if a swarm of wasp had attacked it while I slept but the worst part was the excruciating pain I was feeling. The doctor never told me about this part, not even that it may happen and I instantly started worrying like a cow in a butcher shop. Can you imagine I just got to the first world and get killed by doctor’s malpractice? Then it got worst. My body was overcome with goose pimples and my teeth started chattering. I was hot an cold at the same time. My eyes hurt and my joints were aching me, this was no regular sickness, this was influenza. Had I been in Jamaica I would have gone to the backyard to get Rice and Peas Bush to boil for tea, but what bush would I find in Toronto under the snow?

The flu shot that was supposed to help me fight the flu, actually gave me the flu and now my body is better armed to fight the flu…or so my doctor says. Well, since I made it through the night I will work with him because he has the title of doctor, but the jury is still out on whether I will do this again next year… it r the truth.