Food for Pigs: A Jamaican Summer Story

I saw a man at the side of a road in St. Catherine with two buckets of juicy looking mangoes.

I was driving in that direction to get some shopping done and as I approached I saw the sweet delicacies glistening in the heat of the morning sun.

I pulled over.

When I was leaving the house, I had told my sister Roxanne that we were going to stop there and she was going to get out and get two mangoes for me as pay back for accidentally throwing out a bag which had in 3 mangoes that I had gotten from my co-worker the day before.

I had plans for those 3 mangoes. A mid-afternoon romantic getaway, just me and them.

Roxanne said she thought the bag was garbage.

Can you imagine!? Just the thought makes me shudder.

The road where we stopped was lined with mango trees and the mangoes were, as a Jamaican would say, a�?stoning dogsa��.

That just means there was a whole lot of them.

When I saw the two men, I was a little intimidated. My initial plan if they were not there was to pull over, open the door, have Roxanne jump out, grab three or five or maybe 10 juicy mangoes and speed off.

There would be no witnesses.

No such luck!

The men were there and I did not know who they were.

They looked like they had been there picking for a while too. One glanced around at the ground while the other peered up at the tree.

I parked, said hello and asked, a�?can I get two of your mangoes?a�?

Mangoes are a real treat. One cannot afford to entertain pride when one wants what one wants, so I asked for it.

I really did not expect what came next.

The man I asked turned to the other and said, a�?she say she want two mangoa�? and then he walked away.

The man who was looking up at the tree then said, a�?alright, me a go look two for youa�? as if he cared zero.

I looked at him as he fixed his attention back to the tree. The other man was now nowhere to be seen.

When I asked, I really expected that he would have reached into the buckets that were filled with mangoes and just taken two/three and given them to me. That would have been so easy and I mean the loaded buckets were RIGHT THERE.

a�?Dem stay bad eeh!a�? best depression medicine. I thought.

I wanted to roll my eyes and drive away but I stalled a little.

[Served me right to tek up myself an come beg di people dem mango and look how di man dem a pop style pon me.]

My sister sat in the passengera��s seat looking uninterested. She is not a true mango lover like I am. Perhaps if she was her soul would have sniffed the sweet aroma coming from the bag that housed my three blackie mangoes and she would not have thrown them away.


The second man was still examining the mango tree and to my surprise I saw the first man walking back to my car.

His hands were filled with yellow mangoes. He walked up to the passenger door and handed over about a dozen mangoes to Roxanne.

I smiled like it was Christmas morning.

a�?Me get dem here from the car fi you!a�? he said.

a�?What about those?a�? I asked him, pointing to the buckets.

a�?A food fi pig!a�? he told me.

He had categorised the mangoes that they had picked. The mangoes in the buckets, though they looked nice from afar were the ones that were not excellent quality. He had taken the better ones and had stored them in another area. When I asked him, he did not give me from what was right before me. He allowed me to wait on the better thing.

I thanked him and drove off with glee.

Not so long after I had a thought that it is the same way that God asks us at times to wait on his best. We sometimes like to rush and cannot understand why we are asked to wait especially if something that looks good is right before us.

The buckets of mangoes can be used to represent doors of opportunity that are present in different seasons. We seek after them and ask for an opening but sometimes we have no success.

Like me, many persons respond with disappointment or even annoyance without considering, a�?what if God just wants me to wait a little? What if he wants me to wait on the best job, the best husband, the best business opportunity?a�?

I was so content when the man gave me the best of what he had. I was happy that I did not get from the piga��s food.

Ita��s the same kind of contentment that comes when we receive Goda��s best. There is a kind of peace that accompanies the fulfillment of His promises and that peace and joy is worth waiting on.

Photo credit: National Mango Board,]

[About the Author: Sandie Heron lives in Saint Catherine, Jamaica with her Sister Roxanne and Dog Jackie. She enjoys writing and Video Production and desires to walk in purpose and fulfill her divine destiny.]


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