I was living in Kingston with a woman from rural Jamaica for many years.
She got pregnant four times but when I decided to do a paternity test on the children, I discovered that I got three 'jackets'.
My nose is small and the children's noses are big like Mona dam.
I do not have any confidence in women, not even in my mother.
I came across two jealous women and it was only the mercy of God why they didn't kill me.
We had fights every day, and they accuse me of having other women. I had a woman.
She lied like a galloping horse.
She had her man in the country and she was still living with me in Kingston.