International treasures

Vibrant!
Dynamic!
Individualistic and friendly is just a small list of adjectives that identify a special kind of people.
“Wi likkle but we tallawah”
A lame translation in English would be. We are “little” but we are gifted beyond measure. The translation being further determined by the reason it was said (ps. Find a Jamaican to explain it further for you if you don’t get it).

What makes Jamaicans Special?
We are large!
Not in land mass, or by comparison with so the called modern standards of industrialization, but the impact we have had and continue to have on the world is mind boggling.
Our spirit is one of resilience. There is something in our genes that ignite us to strive above and beyond our own expectations. Ingenious by nature.
I tell you it’s in our genes!
I think we were placed here just to fascinate the world.

What is the magic they posses?
Our music
Our food
Our culture
It speaks wonders when a “dot” on the map can be known as far away as the tip of the world on the continent of Australia. Just mention the word Bob Marley, Marcus Garvey, Reggae, jerk chicken, Usain Bolt and you will catch a glimpse of this wonderful magic.



What have the Jamaicans done now?
We are world achievers. We set out to excel and this we do with little or nothing. (Money or facilities). All we have in our mind is that drive to succeed. The drive to fulfill our passion and live our dreams.


Jamaican heroes and heroines
In every country, there are the unsung heroes and heroines. The mother, the father, the sister, the child who made a relative proud. Someone who achieved against impossible odds and made the world a more fascinating place. Those who made it a little “lighter’ with their infectious laughter and their penchant for storytelling.
Especially if that story was told in Patwah. The Jamaican language of course. It sounds like music to foreign ears I am told. Plus it is the best way I know how to express myself. It is a beautiful, stupendous, expressive musical language of a gorgeous people. (Sigh)

Jamaican personality
Did I forget to mention our animated personality? We smile big and laugh loud. Our hands move and our bodies sing in rhythmic abandon. We are a friendly people who make you feel right at home and never like a stranger. We treat you like our favorite uncle Maxie who has been away in foreign (land) for a long time and who has returned for a visit. Welcome home!

Rhythm drum and bass
Music!
Oh yes music!
The heartbeat of a people.
We can’t live without it. If ever there was true religion that would be it. The sweet sounds of Beres Hammond, John Holt, Alton Ellis, Byron Lee…
Countless musicians who soothe our aches and venerate our triumphs. Jamaican music is truly “message” music. It speaks volumes for us when we cannot speak for ourselves.

Jamaican bliss
Ah yes the beauty of our “green.” Trees, flowers, mountains, rivers all meticulously fashioned and emblazoned with brilliant golden sunshine. All fashionably constructed for our satisfaction.
A stroll on the beach. A trek in the hills; an unforgettable river bath
And they describe this as paradise?
Breathtaking ,unforgettable is what it is!


Crime
Crime? We have a lot. Unacceptable really. But which country doesn’t. That’s the reality of the 21st century. A sad one . but one that we must deal with.


One man's paradise is another man's home
Jamaica. A tourist’s Eden. But more than that to me. My island home, more than an island. A country. As large as any land mass and as important as any. After all Africa swims in our gene pool.
Therein lays your fascination with us.
Jamaica! Jamaica! Jamaica land we love.

Tah tah until nex time( *that means bye bye)

*guh ask a Jamaican

Divide and Rule

Meditation to the confused African

Divide and rule has always been used against the African

“Me”

No way

I am Jamaican

I am American

Me?

I am British.

So no one connects to Africa?

And now Africa decides against me?

I am Africa!

Really?

Africa must know who she is

My blood was brought here across Sea and pain

through blood and PAIN!

My soul was dragged from the soil that gave me strength!

And no one!

And I mean no one

Is going tell me that I am not African.

Cause Africa is more than a continent.

Without question I am connected by nature.

Take the child from his father

Transport him across seas

Over lands

Over continents

Across border

Across languages

Across time.

Am I still not the child of my father?

am i not the father of my child?

I am Africa

And each African must know what?

That ….I am Africa!

then! now! and always will be!

non apologetically

Rastafari Exposed

Rastafari !

From out of the precious womb of a proud people who survived the cruelest of oppressive schemes meticulously designed by mans inhumanity to man (if he could be called man) nature’s response was born.

Africans filled with the power of ancestral pride and connections from deep within them; powerfully reconnected to mama Africa’s “navel string” (umbilical cord).

A connection that shook unstable foundations of world structures and shaped the way the world sees us.

With fascination and in total awe, wise and powerful utterances were delivered without apology.

Africa’s voice was again powerful. And we declared ourselves

PROUD UNREPENTANT AFRICANS.

Don’t call me Jamaican, Caribbean, Afro-American……..

Because I came from one source.

The only source.

AFRICA!

!MAMA!

We refused to be called by their names, simply because they were not ours and we had the right to choose otherwise. “I rastafari.” “Ras negus “ras I”……….

Africa shouted!...........

Speak I own language!

Deify I own people!

Declare what spirituality IS, to ME.

To I!

The ancient rasta Thought Afrocentric in whatever he said or did, for again it is I right to do so.

More importantly it was so natural to do.

From out of the womb of the belly, the indomitable spirit of those who went before us, rose from within our being and nudged us to become what we already were.

Creators of things unimaginable to mere humans.

we were more than that.

We were. And still remain a people of wonder

RASTAFARI

A CULTURE!

A WAY OF LIVING

NOT A RELIGION (MISCONCEPTIONS AND STRAIGHT OUT LIE)

EXPOSED

LIVICATED TO AFRICANS EVERYWHERE. IT IS YOUR RIGHT TO BE AFRICANS AT HOME AND ABROAD