sufre-preso-sufre

It is mid day in Brooklyn and i am sat in the corner of a very hot and humid room that has temporarily been transformed into the jailhouse barber shop.

In this room there are around ten people standing around talking or rapping while angrily watching two men carve away layers of waves and braids with a couple pairs of old rusty clippers.

I am drinking my first cup of coffee today and next to my cup is a small plastic bowl with a microwaved piece of brown cake.

Next to the two men cutting hair is a table  with three Jamaican men slumped in chairs and one who is leaning against the wall with a plastic toothpick in his mouth.

They are all talking Pattwa.

They don't usually talk in Pattwa.

:/

Everyone is looking at this book..

A big man who is my cereal and apple connect is passing the book around the room asking if anyone knows the answer to the following question..

"Tommy's mother has three children represented by the three coins below"

"The first child's name is penny.."

"The second child's name is Nicole.."

"What is the third child's name?

Underneath the puzzle is some text written upside down.

"REREAD THE PUZZLE. IF THE ANSWER STILL  DOESN'T DAWN ON YOU READ IT AGAIN"

I leave the room.