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1TRACING JAJA2 (1994) (2004) (1984) (1
1TRACING JAJA2 (1994) (2004) (1984) (1990) (2008) (2012) (1992)3ANTHONY KELLMANTRACING JAJA4First published in Great Britain in 2016Peepal Tree Press Ltd17 King’s AvenueLeeds LS6 1QSEngland© 2016 Anthony KellmanISBN13: 9781845232993All rights reservedNo part of this publication may bereproduced or transmitted in any

formwithout permissionThis is a work of
formwithout permissionThis is a work of fiction. All the charactersappearing in the stories are fictitious.Any resemblance to real persons,living or dead, is purely coincidental now began to board smallernished but lambent like the morning light flickering on the glazedbuying or selling and flocked to get a glimpse of th

e king. Because for another day.7When S
e king. Because for another day.7When Sendall finished scanning the documents, creases ap-peared on his brow. He pursed his lips and then released them.‘You’d better get him settled in at Two Mile Hill. When he’srested and feeling better, I’ll have you bring him over for a visit.’He looked towards the carriage but could s

ee only the right elbowof the other guar
ee only the right elbowof the other guard and the head of its driver.The carriage moved out past flamboyants budding red, rows ofvariegated immortelles, hibiscus courted by yellow butterflies,and sisal lances exclaiming like Jaja’s thoughts. It passed throughthe gate and made the right turn up Two Mile Hill. The carriage,a

n English Victoria, was stylish, fashion
n English Victoria, was stylish, fashionable, all black except forthe olive-coloured upholstery, with full suspension springs. Thebody had been elegantly finished by Thorn of Norwich. Itscollapsible hood, when fully extended, covered the entire seatingarea and two brass lamps hung on each side of the driver’s seat likeclos

ed eyes. It had been hired from George W
ed eyes. It had been hired from George Whitfield, owner ofthe Central Ice House on Roebuck Street.Jaja recalled his sojourn in St. Vincent: the crowds of peoplewho looked like him on the quayside and their thunderous cheersas his carriage was rapidly driven away; the humiliating conde-scension of the administrator, Robert

Llewelyn; the depressingconditions of th
Llewelyn; the depressingconditions of the Captain’s Quarters on the windy promontoryat Fort Charlotte; the rented house on Egmont Street next to thepublic offices; the policemen always on guard, keeping thecurious labouring classes at bay; another policeman accompany-ing him wherever he ventured from home; the place he’d b

eenmoved to on Upper Bay Street near the
eenmoved to on Upper Bay Street near the wharf, with its foul reekof molasses; then, a year or so later, the move to Middle Street andmore stringent curfews – no leaving his residence for more thanfour hours at a time, sleeping only at his own residence, needingapproval to go beyond Kingstown, and having to state precisely

where he was going.These measures had co
where he was going.These measures had come after the authorities received wordfrom a ship’s captain that Jaja had offered to pay him well to takehim to the United States.The public events that Llewelyn arranged for him during hisfirst year in St. Vincent were still sour in his mouth. He’d playedalong for a while, biding hi

s time, knowing that they displayedHe’d
s time, knowing that they displayedHe’d worn that mask while looking for any opportunity tolocal black people had been unaware of the real nature of hiswith so many bedrooms, public rooms, and servants’ rooms. Yes,eight hundred pounds, permitted by the British and provided bymaintenance of his carriage, two horses, and a

cow. As he got outif she was forced to
cow. As he got outif she was forced to go. His son, Sunday, had left for study infrom his allowance. First Secretary, who would deal with hisBecka heard a knock on the door of their two-room chattel‘Nuh worse. But tings rough, yuh know. Not much wo’k deseit to show two phials. She held up the larger of the two and said,