Visions of Byron

Byron

Description

This book details my childhood, moving from Rockfort Kingston to St. Johns Road, Spanish town. Life was hard for my parents. I drop out of school and started learning welding with my father, I started doing things to make money, mainly construction. Life was rough, on the site wasn’t easy. I was exposed to hard core stuff like knives and gun violence, among other things. I learnt that life lesson, things spiralled and I went to prison.
It was while in prison I learned it was a dark place which I will discuss in this book. I encounter the most ruthless criminals, rapist, robbers to murderers. I spoke to a lot of inmates daily who details things that they did. For instance, Wes man, who killed and ate his victim’s, a man by the name of John that killed his daughter, another man that assaulted and tortured his baby mother in most inhumane way , by inserting a piece of hot steel inside her. I learn about the Galas, the area, where the death penalty is carried out. I spoke with a girl called Andrea who was raped by her brother a police officer. I also speak with Selena, who used her menstrual to cook stew peas and gave it to an English man to control him and his money. These are some of the stories that inspired me to write Vision of Byron Needle.

Sujets

• Biography
• Autobiography
• Happiness
• Challenges
• Life

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse UK
• Date de parution: 15 février 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798823080552
• Langue: English

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Visions of Byron
 
 
 
 
BYRON
 
 
 
 

 
 
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Published by AuthorHouse 02/14/2023
 
ISBN: 979-8-8230-8053-8 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-8054-5 (hc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-8055-2 (e)
 
 
 
 
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About the Author
Growing up in Rock forth Kingston Jamaica, Byron needle had a rough upbringing, he was one of eight children for his parents. He relocated to St. John’s Road, Spanish town. This is where he grew up attending primary and secondary school, however, leaving school at 15 years of age. He began learning trade with his father, then obtained a job on a construction site. This was where things took a turn for the worst. He was involved in a brawl with another worker and ending up in prison. Bryon was fortunate to have encountered many people, who shared their life experiences and told him things that happened with them. Some of the stories are from personal experiences also. Bryony has had many close misses with his life and has learnt many life lessons. All of which are contributing factors that brought about the visions of Byron needle.
Contents
Chapter one
Visions of Byron my mother story
The Ralington town story
The Gruva Story
Inwood Property Story
Back to Buks saga
The Oily Man Story
A gathering behind swallow hole
The Man That Raped his Mother
Journey into Adulthood
The Dam Head Mermaid Story
My Time in The Dark Place
The Chiney man story
The Donkey meat and Dog soup Story
The courthouse chapter: After the dark place
My friend son
The boy that rapes his brother chapter
The family secrets chapters
The abortion story chapter
Bad times with my family chapter
The patty lady and her church sister story
The story of Andrea and her police brother
The story of a man who was dying and told his son to take his wife
The sad story of visiting another country
The police officer that sold herself to my brother
The Selena and the English man obeah story
The story of the police and soldier arguing
Chapter one
ALL STORIES ARE TRUE TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE.
I was born in the early seventies in a poor family with seven other siblings. I was the fifth of eight children, for both my parents. I was born in Rock forth Kingston, grew up on Sherrington Road and attend Oliver Road basic school and church in that very same community. Life was very hard for both my parents in those days. From what I can remember, my father was always working to keep food on the table he paid the rent along with other bills, while also sending my older brother and sisters to school. He was also a very strict man; he loves music especially (Bob Marley and the wailers). He would play them loudly when he’s home and not working. My daddy also loves animals especially dogs, he always had a dog are two as pet. He was a kind-hearted gentleman; he was also a welder and mechanic by trade. He was born and raised in a place called Harvey River district located in Lucea Hanover.
My father was also an honest man, he keeps less friends, and was very careful with the little friends he has chosen to stop and chats with while he was traveling to and from work. He always has in his possession a little bag which contains everything that he bought on his way to and from work, for the household. From my knowledge, I can remember some of the things he would have in that bag. Such as feeding for my little brother, bread, eggs, sugar, flour, rice and fruits, like mangoes ripe bananas and oranges. He also had feeding for the birds in the cage better known as(coop) and also food for the dogs. He would feed all these birds, and animals’ day and night, year in year out, and he has been doing this from we were all young. I mean all eight of us, until we are all grew up and started taken part in the feeding process with him in the mornings and evenings. We also benefitted from it too because the chicken would lay eggs, which we would eat sometimes, more than once especially for breakfast.
Visions of Byron my mother story
MY MOTHER WAS BORN AND GREW UP IN DUNDEE PEN LUCEA HANOVER. She always told us that whenever she gets upsets and (cursing). Hanover is situated almost at the other end of the island, from where all her children were born and raised. My mother gave birth to all her children in the Victoria jubilee hospital in Kingston. My mother and father had met somewhere in and around Hanover from my opinion and the reason why I said that is because there are both from Hanover in the same parish. My mother would stay home while my father would go to work. My mother works hard around the house, she makes sure the house is always kept clean, and ensures that when all the kids went to and came home from school, we would get a proper meal. Whether its lunch or dinner time. My mother was also a lover of music. I can remember her singing when she is washing clothes and dishes. you could hear her singing out her favourite songs, that’s a song done by (Marcia Griffith) and it’s called a peaceful woman. She also loves and is a big fan of (Bob Marley), you could hear her singing loudly one of his popular song called (no woman no cry) while she washes the clothes. She would prepare lunch at the same time while my two older sisters and brothers make their way home from school. At the time they were all attending Windward Road all Age School that’s in Kingston, and only a few minutes away from our house. In my opinion they would take about fifteen minutes, to walk home from school.
The house we were living in at the time was very interesting, it was owned by a very popular funeral directors, and was used for what we called a funeral parlour for making and storing coffin, washing and preparing the dead bodies for burial.
It was locate near to a popular supermarket, at the time known as Jon r Wong super market. In that yard was very scary because its inside that same yard, that they would wash all the sheets and clothing for the dead. From all the other undertakers around, all the clothes from all the dead bodies from all the accidents, from local hospitals and all the morgues in the vicinity .
From what I can remember there was a lady, that occupied the yard with us she is the one that does all the laundry for all these funerals parlour around. The person she was working for owned more than one funeral parlours and mortuary around. Therefore, the clothesline in the yard was always filled with bloody sheets and bloody clothes. The coffins were also made in the yard and put out on display at the front and back of the yard so that customers could come and view and choose their orders.
For some reason my mother and this lady could not get along. My mother could not stand the way she hangs the bloody sheets all over the place, and when the lines were full, she would then spread them on the fence and on the ground and walk way too. Now in the back of the yard was a very big, big tamarind tree filled with all kinds of birds. Like pigeons, black bird john crows, better known as (vultures). They would perch in the trees and keep on looking down on the ground. These vultures are always there because the smell of death is always lingering in the yard because of the dirty blooded sheets and clothing that came there to be wash from the other mortuary.
The clothes and sheets aren’t wash straight away; this lady would leave them for days sometimes weeks, so the smell of the dead is all ways around the yard. You can even smell it from in the house. This also cause some big flies to linger in the kitchen we used to cook. The flies can be seen on the sheets that is piled up in what she would call a storeroom and you could hear them singing Also. (zoon zoooo zz) from anywhere you are around the yard.
The kitchen was also filled with big giant rats, big flies, and the john crows we talked about earlier and the black bird that we would call duppy birds were all sleeping in the kitchen at nights. When we would open the door in the morning you could see them fly out the kitchen or flying off the roof of the kitchen.
It was very bad living in that yard, horrible. The lady that did the washing, for the undertaker and looks after the yard her name is Mrs v. she was always drunk and swearing cussing loads of bad words she always has a cigar in her mouth. she smokes with the lit part inside her mouth meaning the part with the fire she was a terrible woman, very awful, but she has some really nice children, but for some reason they all died violently. The people within community would always say she is cursed.
one of her daughters was stabbed to death, in a dance by another girl. The other sister that witness the killing of her sister was shot to death before the trial started. The accused person walked free. Police k