The Jamaican Ninja Bert 2

By Richie Drenz

When Portia Simpson implemented tax on patty, it mad Dr. Bert Kemp, a psychiatrist. He then became a fat ninja, hell bent on murdering Portia Simpson’s head-crown, so every patty can be tax-free. His wife, Marjorie, decides to take care of her mentally-touched husband and hopes she has the strength to stick by him for better or worse. But as she unbearably loses everything and everyone because of Bert’s insanity, she crumbles, thinking she’s holding on to dead hope for her husband to regain his sanity, but will it ever happen?
Scorned by her friends and family for living with a madman her only listening ear is the handsome, thick-bodied Dr. Arnold who wants her for himself. Bert grows jealous and goes to utterly unsound measures to keep his wife’s love but instead, is pushing her away. The ultimate question then is, “Will Bert ever get to take off the Right Honourable Portia Simpson’s head-crown?”

EXCERPT

Bert and Marj were heading to church in the car. Love Fm was playing Goddy Goddy new gospel song and Bert changed the radio station from Love fm to Zip fm, Bambino was playing Bert's favorite song of all time, he cranked up the Vybz Kartel "Cock it up pon the dumper truck."Bert couldn't control himself, that was his jam. He took Marj’s dark glasses off the dashboard and put it on his round face. Marj looked away and allowed him to listen his music, she knew how much he loved this song. When the chorus came along,
“♫♪Back it up pon the dumper truck ♫♪”
Bert mouth start to spring water.
The bass in the beat pounded so nice, ‘Bap, bap!’ it moved Bert everytime it chipped in. He gyrated his bottom a little bit on the leather seat and in sweet joy said,
“Whooo- Lalala ... Hear music gal. A my song thattttt.” He pointed to the radio with one finger and then was about to unbuckle his seat belt, he changed his mind, , gyrated his hips in perfect timing to the beat, side to side, ‘Bap, bap!’
The music start take over Bert’s round body, the chorus reached, “♫♪Set good like the ice inna freezer♫♪”
Bert reached for the radio’s knob and just made one big turn up this time and bucked it.
“♫♪TELL MI SEH YOU LUCKY MEK MI GET BACK MI VISA♫♪’
The loudest of volume frightening Marj she thought she was about to have an accident,
Poor Marj shouted overly terrified from the stabbing blast of the radio,
“Turn that down Bert, we are going to a place of God. A place of praise and worship. We can’t blast Kartel ‘Cock It Up Pon Di Dumper Truck!’”
Before answering her, Bert made the sound of the bass when it chipped in the rhythm,
‘Bap, bap!’ And he moved his shoulders to the ‘Bap, bap!’
“ Turn it DOWN!”
“Marj weh you a get suh bringle fah? A just likkle music enuh.” He unbuckled his seatbelt, got out his seat, turned around, his small bottom facing the windscreen and start to jiggle him bottom like Miley Cyrus.
“Bert turn it DOWN! I can’t concentrate. And sit down in the chair! STOP IT!”
While Marj was driving, Bert was trying his best to balance on his headtop in his grey office-suit but the tie kept hitting him in his eye.
“Bert stop it this instance! Suppose you drop out of the car?!”
Marj slapped him across his belly and turned off the radio completely. She felt exhausted. Not physically, mentally. And even greater emotionally. Still balanced on his headtop Bert said “Marj don’t slap mi when mi a do mi antics. Weh you a put your hand pon mi fah?”
Bert was way more than she now believe she can manage.
He climbed down from his headtop stance and said,
“Bwoy Marj you know how fi bruck people vibes eeh....Hsst.”
He set his tie properly down on his chest.
“Bert please I’m begging you, please, don’t embarrass me when we at the church.” For some reason Marj seemed to almost be crying, she knew she couldn’t ever stand for Bert to embarrass her in front everyone at church.
“Embarrass you like do what, Marj?”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richie Drenz
• Release date: Oct 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9789769536593

Richie Drenz

Richie Drenz aka "Da Silly Wabbit" is a Fashion Entrepreneur from Portmore Jamaica. He owns an urban fashion line called DRENZ FASHION and discovered writing through sharing bits of his life on the place he spends most of his time, facebook. He has no kids and loves the color red. The first story he wrote was a true life story, a memoir, titled CLIMAXES, which started from facebook and became an internet craze with supporters saying he need to do the book, and so he did. Check me out on facebook and read excerpts of my stories on my blog. See ya!

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Acknowledgements

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.

Kerstie Carver & Jodian Drenz Goffe, you know without a doubt, you are two of my biggest fans; your tattoos of me says it all Big ups straight! I hope I will continue to inspire you in all that I do. Beverley ‘Kaye’ Cole, Bonne Vie, Keisha Banton, Sheree Warner, Karma Moonfire, Melissa Drenz Meliboo Williams, Melissa Teddybear Drenz Manning, Candy Mac, Tanya Seymour, Tania Baker, Chivelle Drenz Hines, Sasha Drenz, Shay Drenzii Diamond, Candice Banton, Samantha Bryant, Nicola Shorter, Alethia Gooden, Sash Drenz Dawkins, Sasha Morgan, Jai Drenz Keiko, Fonce Drenz, Shanice Steve, Ashoikie Saunders, Terry Jackson, Danique Brown, Stacyann Taylor, Carla McLaughlin, Mellie Drenz, Rosa Wood, Brigette Hudson, Alisa ‘Prim’ Sato, Bri-Bri- Anderson, Jacqueline Jackson, Truestar Barriffe, Kaymoy Drenz Johnson, Yenshae Morgan, Donna Worlashape James, Biggy Drewsland, Ty Allwood, Pia ‘Shorty’ Drenz, Jamie-Lee Richards, Shanae Brooks, Debbie Goodas, Sophisticat ‘Dancehallbiz.co.uk, Franz ‘I am a Jamaican.com’ Hoilett, Dre1alliance.com, Shev Morgan, Candice Williams, Kareen Johnson-Shirley, Ishanna Nunez, Tarcian Smith, Tru Sheba, Mesha Dale, Jheneal Black, Amoy Miller, Ronae White, Drenz Dee, Brenda Lee Moulton you all have a special place in my heart, all have been supportive in some way in whatever I do and for that I want to thank you highly.

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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

EXCERPT 1

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.

EXCERPT 2

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?!

Bert was reclined on his back in the sofa, he offhandedly answered,

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?

EXCERPT 3

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.

CHAPTER 1

NEW TIGHTS

Bert you a go look like a living poppy-show.

A dat mi want. Mek mi look like a mascot galang. Just mek it!

It was 5:15 a.m. Bert had done his antics already over Everton’s yard and wasn’t worrying about Everton framing him for murder. He and Everton are friends. Instead he was ready to take on Marj. It was time for Marj to get up anyway. Bert woke her for a talk.

He opened his legs to show Marj that her tights crotches burst out on him. He demanded that Marjorie make him a brand new suit. Something more professional. Not any lady’s tights. He wanted a real super hero tights like superman that covered his toes so he wouldn’t have to wear any bobby-socks. The white bobby-socks were too easy to dirty up, as he walked out on the road, they turned black. Black socks and big belly didn’t look good together. He told Marj the specifics.

Marj mi want it fi be inna mi favourite colour, full green and smooth and it must tight, suck on pon mi leg dem and the waist nuh fi can stretch weh like deh fool-fool one yah, weh mi tek out a your draw.

"No.