THE JAMAICAN NINJA BERT
How Do You Love When Holding On Means Losing Everything
A Romance Comedy
Copyright 2014 Richie Drenz
Published by the Drenz Publishing Co. (Ja.)
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Illustration by Ricardo Ink
Editor, Roxanne Wright
First Drenz Publishing Printing October 2014
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Interior design and typesetting by Richie Drenz
“For the greatest prison known to most men is what others think of them.”
-Dr. Robert Kemp
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1 -- THERAPY
“Because you’re my office attendant not my wife.”
Chapter 2 -- GONE BUY TWO PATTY AND PROBLEM NOW
“A lie!! A when tax gone pon patty a the dead one twenty mi have enuh.”
Chapter 3 -- WHY BERT A SEARCH UP MARJ DRAWER?
“So what if the blouse couldn’t fit properly, Bert thought. No matter what he was going to force in that blouse because God said so.”
Chapter 4 -- FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE
“Bert why you getting so black? You ptomaine poison?”
Chapter 5 -- BERT IS A PSYCHOLOGIST TOO, SO WHAT IF HIM MAD?
“Mi can fry a egg wid mi yeye! Just look pon it like so,” He demonstrated
Chapter 6 -- CLIVEY NEED PILLS FOR SMALL CASE OF FLU
“You not dying Mr...”
“Yes. Mi a dead. Beg you a injection nuh please, Jesus loves you.”
Chapter 7 -- HOW BERT GET THICK OVERNIGHT?
“The secret ingredients you want know?”
“Yeah. Wha a the secret ingredients in deh?”
Chapter 8 -- BLACK SHREK & MS. HULK HOGAN
“Whatever. Hsst. A weh you coulda want go home go ketch your husband a do suh?”
Chapter 9 – YES GOOD QUESTION, CAN YOU PAY NOW?
“Two million, seven hundred thousand dollars”
Chapter 10 – MISSING TEETH
“Look yah Bert mi a bawl white. A you mek mi a bawl enuh.”
Chapter 11 – BERT BUN DOWN THE HOUSE?
“A woulda bun dung the whole a in yah then claim insurance.”
Chapter 12 – BERT PREPARED A BREAKFAST FOR HIS WIFE
“Mi seh if you have hook worm?”
Chapter 13 – BERT FINALLY READ MARJ’S MESSAGE AND UPSET
“Marj, how comes man a text you seh him want ...”
Chapter 14 – HOW CAN AN ALARM CLOCK WALK?
“Or mi can buy you one pet. One a dem pet crab deh or sup’n. Sup’n exciting. Sup’n weh can bite and crawb up people.”
Chapter 15 – BERT AND THE HOT CURLING IRON
“Marj , all great truth begin sounding ridiculous until you realize what you once believed at first was so ridiculous. Be curious not judgmental.”
Chapter 16 – YES EARLY MORNING MISSION NOW
“Mad weh?! You a follow people?” Bert asked, “Hsst. Open the door man before mi kick it off clean.”
Chapter 17 – ACKEE TREE & CUTLASS PASSA-PASSA
Everton searched the ground for some stone to bust Bert’s head
Chapter 18 – WHY WAS BERT CHOPPING SO HARD THOUGH?
“Eva, mi still hold on pon the cutlass enuh . . . so weh you a seh yah now?”
A BONUS TO YOU FROM BERT
About the Author
My Other Books
All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.
Since yet and still, I still don’t have a son, I do have a Dad, Micol Campbell, with quite a humor. I think I took the funny genes from him. I remember in 1993 when I exploded his car and he made fun of the tyres. Everybody needs a Dad like that who no matter what, loves explosions.
As usual special thanks to my editor, Roxanne Wright and her superpowers. Thank you for understanding that this book is what inside of my head looks like. I thank you tremendously Roxie!
My Mom, Bevolyn Smith this one is for you too. Finally I wrote a book you can read. Yes Mom, it’s not only sex in my head. Love you endlessly. Omeil Hutchinson, Lisa-Kay Campbell, Tashari DaSilva, Esther Rowe, Meme Williams, Jason Williams and Patrick ‘Pajujah’ Anderson have all been my spine and support in major ways with this project. I know I annoy you guys too, so get ready for book three. I promise I will be no less annoying. Thank you so much.
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ABOUT THIS BOOK
To make people smile through words is a blessing, which I do not have. To make people bust out a laugh is a special superpower. I have that, no lies. No wait, before you begin to criticize and say no one has superpowers and superpowers ain’t real. Let me say again, I can bust your belly with this book. Mi naaw laugh. Don’t test me, I’m seriously funny like that. I’ll let you split your belly by chapter ten. Wet your pants by chapter fifteen, and so on and so forth, you get the picture of the danger?
My best advice to you is that if you love your belly and all of what’s inside it and don’t want it to split open with laughter then do not buy this book!
This is not a book by the way. Its actually a medicine, an anti-depressant in down times and a fun ride in high times, bring it anywhere and everywhere with you, open it, dip in and take out a laugh anytime you need it. Laughter is still a great anti-depressant. You are guaranteed to laugh each and everytime you take up this book and read from any page. Whatever bad mood you are in, sad, angry, stressed, worried or frustrated this book right here is your perfect escape.
The Jamaican Ninja BERT is just a funny character with the right amount of fatness mixed with flexibility to make you smile until your gums are exposed in its entirety. This book is best described as the book crammed with happiness inside it. A perfect gift to yourself, or for a friend or family or pet. Have fun, laugh at life, laugh at Bert, enjoy the madness
Marj looked at him and the wrinkles straightened out her face. “See how mi smart? You nuh see how fast mi mek you reach yah?” Bert asked, “You lucky you come quick though enuh, a light mi did gone light the gas cylinder and mi couldn’t find the matches, you think you coulda out it in time if mi did get fi put mi hand pon the matches? You stay deh, you woulda blow till you weak you couldn’t put out that deh big fire deh mi woulda set the house pon. A woulda bun dung the whole a in yah then claim insurance.”
She threw her hand up and slapped her forehead harder than she intended to. She wanted to be angry, but when she looked in his eyes she breathed out some of the fire out her chest and shook her head. Her voice lowered,
“Bert, that’s a boxing ring Hun, I can’t wear that.”
She repeated her mantra, “For better or for worse Lord, for better or for worse.”
Six and a half hours later, Marj came in the evening and was greeted by the Vybz Kartel, he was blasting in the house, ‘Cock it up pon the Dumper Truck’. Her ears hurt. But what was more alarming to her senses was a smell. She was smelling heat, stale heat like an iron left in fire. Something was burning. She charged into her living room. Bert still had the curling iron plugged in, until it was dangerously hot and red.
“What are you doing Bert?!”
“Clearlyyyy,” he dragged on the word ‘clearly’ for emphasis, because she must have been blind not to recognize what he was doing, “what I’m trying to do here Marj. I’m trying to master level seven of Ninja’s Thermatology, where my eyes can absorb the direct heat from the hot curling iron. Alsooo, . . . mi can absorb the heat wid the inside a mi bottom lip. Ain’t that obvious?”
Bert totally oblivious to the hill and gully in his chest that Clivey was talking about, Bert indifferently said,
“A suh mi chest stay. Mi a get thick from morning. No pills.”
“No Bert, mi know a nuh suh it stay. Mi know a sponge under deh fi buff up your chest. Mi a nuh idiot.”
Bert slammed down his fart tonic on the bench and said,
“You chat too much. A mi chest. A mi so-so chest.”
“A nuh your chest. Lift up your blouse mek mi see if a so-so chest under deh.”
Same time Clivey spotted the piece of sponge shifted up at the neck of his blouse. It was obvious now. A piece a sponge Bert have underneath deh. Bert replied,
“Weh mi a tell lie fa!” He kissed his teeth and blatantly said, “God kill mi right yahso ten time if mi a tell lie.
“Because you’re my office attendant, not my wife.”
Orange freckled face, Clive McFly, wrapped his extra long fingers in a fist and melodically rapa-pam-pam his shine bony knuckles on the door to the psychiatrist’s office. The preppy-dressed secretary in a pink cardigan sweater, Nancy, buzzed the glass door to let him in. As usual he wore his Miami Vice shirt buttoned at the neck and flying open at the bottom, a binoculars around his long slender neck and his cowboy hat over is orange hair with the colourful peacock feather to the side.
The secretary greeted him.
“Good morning Mr. McFly. You’re extra early again.”
Clive was big on Christianity, so he answered the secretary not saying good morning but simply said,
“Jesus loves you. On Christ the solid rock I stand.”
“Jesus loves you too Clive. Hold a sec let me inform the psychiatrist that you’re here for your session.” She picked up the telephone and cocked her head to the side with the receiver by her left ear.
In the meantime, Clive searched his cargo shorts pocket for a paper. He realized that he had left it at home. It wasn’t an official paper, it was a plain paper. He asked Nancy for some assistance in his plight, praying to Christ she could help.
“Excuse me Nancy, do you have any rizzla on you I could borrow one?”
The secretary was accustomed to this behavior. He wasn’t qui
te mad but he was quite mad. Dialing the psychiatrist, Dr. Kemp’s extension, she removed the telephone from her ear and warned,
“Clive do not to take out that stinking weed you have stuffed in the binoculars in the office, ok. Tired of telling you, you can’t build any spliff in the office. Is not Bob Marley own here or Junior Gong studio you come to voice. This is a doctor’s office.”
There was a very sudden booming shout in the building.
“Tax on sanitary napkins? Preposterous!”
The shout was coming from the office she sat in. It was in front of her boss, Dr. Kemp’s office. She had never heard him so loud before. Strangely she felt a little frightened now. The job was getting scarier and scarier to her. Maybe she’ll leave the job, but she needed to get a new one first.
Short moments passed and Nancy still had the shivers; scared for her life. That shout? Why she thought, as it was so out of character for the typically quiet introvert Dr. Kemp. She heard it loud and clear from the front desk here that she was sitting. She shook her head. She knew that in the last months he has been acting more and more like his patients and it was scary. It seemed as if he was getting mad. She knew sometimes he’d have sessions with Clive for hours beyond his scheduled time, talking utter nonsense. Clive usually had sessions every Wednesday and Thursday at 4 p.m. until 6.pm. Now as of late Clive was the only one of Dr. Kemp’s patients that came there every single early morning, Mondays to Fridays and wasn’t paying for the extra sessions. It was as if they were mad pals.
But Dr. Kemp was the one paying Nancy so she didn’t say a word to him. She said several words to his wife instead. She had called his wife, Marj, and asked her if she had noticed anything funny in his behaviour as of late. Marj denied it, but Nancy could tell from Marj’s unconvincing tone that Marj had in fact noticed it and maybe was too ashamed to admit that her husband whom she had married eight months ago and who was a psychiatrist of all professions, was getting off his rockers.