A young Jamaican father-to-be living dung inna country awakened the village doctor in the middle of the night saying “Docta! Docta! Come fas! A mi wife sah! Ar water bruk an shi bout fi av di pikni!”
The doctor came over and told the father “Hold up di lamp higher. Hold di lamp higher nuh!” The father obliged, and behold, a baby’s cry was soon heard. The father cried out: “Praise di Laad! A wan boy! Me a de proud faada a wan baby boy!”
The doctor again told the father, “Hold up di lamp higher. Hold di lamp higher nuh man!”. The father again complied, and to be sure,another cry was heard.The father excitedly proclaimed: “A wan twin!! Mi get twin baby! Me doubly bless! Glory to Gad!”
The doctor instructed, “Hold up di lamp higher. Hold di lamp higher nuh!” Sure enough, a THIRD cry was heard! The father, somewhat subdued, in a nervous tone, muttered, “Oh. Tank Jesus.”
The doctor repeated, “Hold up di lamp higher. Hold di lamp higher nuh man!”, and a short while yet a FOURTH cry was heard. The father said nothing, being lost in deep thought.
The doctor for a fifth time commanded “Hold up di lamp higher man. Hold di lamp higher nuh!” The father then asked; “Doc, yuh tink maybe a di light a attrac dem?”