The next decade....what's in store?

How rumours spread

On Sunday, I woke up to be told by my mother that my brother had called to say that a colleague had seemingly been kidnapped in Montego Bay. They found his car, key still in ignition (I think she said the car was running too), on Gloucester Avenue (a busy avenue). The fellow was no where to be found.

In Jamaica, you hear that news and don't have to wonder if it's possible. It is.

Funnily enough, my heart didn't go flitter-flutter nervously. It was a sign. The fellow was found hearty and well in a nearby hotel. Apparently alcohol had entered the picture, causing him to do whatever he did.

Now, if somebody had got the call like what my mom got in the morning and didn't get the call later saying he had been found, they could be spreading a rumour that dear boy was kidnapped. And I didn't mention that he's a politician, making the story sound all the more plausible.

Btw, I had a huge crush on this fellow in my late teens. He lived in the area and used to come on the bus. Then later he was on Mona Campus same time I was there. I was just attracted to the fact that he could converse so well. I was (and still am to a certain extent) shy and reticent and not very confident of myself or my abilities or looks, so that was attractive to me.

All I ever got from him was a hug. Darn.

Posted by yamfoot at July 12, 2005 02:38 PM