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324 pages, Paperback
First published May 31, 2022
There are roads in neighbourhoods like mine all across the country. Broad roads. Without mansions. In England they have names like City Road or High Street, except this road was called Stapleton, and those familiar with her charm might call her Stapes.
They were broad roads because they tracked their way from one side of Ends to the other. Ends was what we called our neighbourhood, or any neighbourhood like ours. I wasn't sure of the reason, whether it was because it was where the downtrodden saw the light at the end of the tunnel, or because once you arrived you only left when those in charge wanted to rebrand. Either way, it was stuffed to the gunwales with people trying to make ends meet, so the name made sense.
It was a far cry from Clifton.
The moment you left the city's centre you could hear or smell Ends, whether you took a left after Stapes, or carried straight through Old Market. The sounds were disorderly. It smelt non-White. It was the other side of Abbey Road and industrial wastebins that were padlocked in other neighbourhoods hung and stank like open stomachs. You could find a million dreams deferred in the torn slips that littered outside the bookie's ……………
The road was patrolled by young and old: abtis arranged tables outside cafés, serving tea from pans; they peered into the faces of young hijabis, trying to find a likeness and match daughter to hooyo. Their sons and nephews stood outside corner shops and met at park benches, and together with my cousins, they were watched by the disapproving eyes of our respective elders.
Boysah, yuh better lef di poor gyal loose, Sayon. Maybe next time mi bump innah Marcia mi could tell er, dem deserve fi know exactly who deh date dem daughter.
Who would understand gettin jacked, doe? I wouldn't let no one jack man cos man ain't no victim, you get me? I ain't no pussy. If dey robbed man I'd rob dem back, init. If dey shanked man, or done man dirty I'd do dem back, init. Like the Bible says: an eye for an eye, fam.
The school was more than seventy per cent Black but the higher sets were more Middle-Eastern, Vietnamese and Pakistani, which was an unsettling fact for one of the only cities in the country whose Black population was bigger than its Asian.
The money in my trouser pocket weighed heavy as I found some resolution and marched up the Jenningses' garden path, but my nerves were far from serene. Recent circumstances had placed my life's work and aspirations at terrible risk, and when I was only a hair's breadth from it too. And the pastor's invitation to dinner had come at the worst possible time.