About the author


Carla Moore is a Jamaican geek, mongrel dawg lover, and general mout-a-massey from the Jamaican countryside. When she nuh inna dance a faas inna people business she can be found trying to do di people dem school work, bigging up Jamaica all over, or pon smaddy stage sumweh a nuff up harself. She fight fi wah fi fight fah and love all.


  • This is funny! Ok, so am gonna buy a likkle calf and feed it ’till it grow up to be a big cow moooo cause me gonna need a cow when I come visit since I don’t always have patience on the road or maybe you already own a cow, I could save some money. But wait a minute, am gonna have to figure out how to get the cow to Mumbai. Oh shucks! I may just buy a bike then but I’ll be sure to not grow my family to anymore than two and I should consider getting burial insurance incase my passenger get knocked to the ground with a naked head and am sure that will happen. BTW, I thought the Jamaican system was complicated (trying not to use the word messed up 🙂 but at least they like beef in JA. Great documentary!

  • Hahahaha Audria – you crack me up! no need to grow your own cow I am sure you could find one to adopt here.
    Lets get you here and then we can work on your strategy for getting around… sorry – no driving on your own… even though you are Jamaican 🙂

  • This is funny and scary. I enjoyed the writing style, because I was able to visualize what was being described. The family of five on the bike did scare me at one point, but they leaned away from danger just in time 😀

  • Great story, thanks for sharing such experience. At one point I thought you were talking about yaad but when the cow came into play, I was like oh no that ain`t no yaad. My mode of transportation would be a chopper. Land it on the building I`m going to (not very practical but worth a try, lol).