Im Tink!

Rasta: Yo, im tink, kyaan yu smell im? Whait maan bai yu brethren som soap im tink.
Me: No maan mi not gwaan bai im nutehn.
Rasta: Wai don yu aks di whait maan fi bai yu som soap? Yu trubl wi, but yu not trubl im?
Other whait maan: Liiv mi alone, mi not gwaan fi aks di whait maan fi bai my soap.
Me: Kaan mi av chrii Red Straips an....
Rasta: An chroo in a bar a soap fi di whait maan.
Everybody else in the store: Laifi laifi
Me: No maan my not gwaan bai im som soap.
Rasta: Whai not? Kyaan yu smell im, im tink! Im yu brethren.
Me: Aight, mi av fi go. Lieta.

Alright, that was an interesting experience I had at a little shop the other when I went to buy a couple Red Stripes. There was a Rasta harassing another white man, who evidently harasses the locals and begs them for food, money and what not. And apparently he stinks (or tinks in patwa). The Rasta wanted me to buy the smelly white man a bar of soap and I refused. The Rasta was confused because the two of us are white and I should help out my fellow white brother (brethren). Everybody was laughing at the situation and the smelly white man, but apparently he deserves as he harasses our friend, a fellow volunteer, who lives in the town. This is quite funny as she claims she gets no harassment from the locals except for the only other white people that live in her town.