What a gwan??
Trevor B., one of my best (and craziest) friends during freshman year of high school, would always greet me with ” Hey gyal! What a gwan?!” To which I would always respond, “What you talking about man, you know I don’t understand patwa?!” Then, I’d proceed to tell him “what a gwan” with me, until he was sorry he’d asked! I always understood what he was saying…I was just being difficult.
Sigh…
It’s been a very long weekend…and not a good one. So, I’ve been spending some time reminiscing. Thinking of old friends that I lost contact with. Trevor was the first one that popped into my head, probably because I named my son after him. Trevor was the kind of friend that you could tell everything that was on your mind, he never got tired of listening. He would usually start laughing when I finished talking, say something stupid…and make me laugh at myself. I lost touch with him when he moved back to Jamaica (or maybe it was London…) the summer before 10th grade. I would love to talk his ear off now.
Hmmm…seems that I’ve reached the point in my life where I start feeling more and more nostalgic…does that mean I’m getting old? I hope not, I have a feeling that I’m gonna be the mean old cat lady, that all the kids are afraid of when I get old! 
What a gwan!?
Smooches!
Buzz