In keeping with the culture theme of this week, here is the wonderfully melodious Stanley Beckford with one of his major Jamaican Independence day song, which he won in the independence day competition….Land of Peace and Love. The second is the sensational Eric Donaldson with, This is the Land Of my Birth. And oonu know we haffi go inna de ghetto an skank wid Vegas, Shaggy, and the out law Josey Wales!! buss a wine pon de cawna and bubble likka tin a pepsi!!!
Recently I wrote this in response to a wonderful post I did on The Honorable Louise Bennet, I had so much fun with my regular children (viewers of the site), that I went to bed smiling. The camaraderie was marvelous, I have never even met these people but it feels to me like they are family. What is important for us to know is that we all know each other, evry single soul here on earth has met in some other life time or the other. Believe if you want to believe, it matters not to me. This I know is true, but I am awake and have no intention of going back to sleep. While we commented on my Mother Louise Bennet, I became nostalgic about my home land. Sweet Jamaica, and my people and the mixture of personalities that lives there and below is what I wrote in the comment box…….
I Obara Meji do declare that I am a true Jamaican, regardless of the fact that I live abroad, and I must truthfully say that I also love America, Africa as well, but my ambition is to… siddung pon de sidewalk pon a cawna inna de ghetto wid a box food and a bag juice, while music a play ah de rum bar next door and mi rum head, drunka ready fren missa Fergie out a road a gi mi peer joke and de neighba-hood mad gal Bev, whey people Obeah an mad off true she did bright, when she a go school, ah cuss an ah galang bad while de pickney dem out deh a badda badda har an run when she mek afta dem, and Jennifa and Peggy out fi fight ova Delroy de neigha-Hood…. Hood!!, while de police and de soja bwoy dem inna de bar ah smoke ganja an ah drink white rum, an de bar maid Irma a dig out dem pakkit!! an bar fly Suzie, Miss mary coolie gal in deh a look man, and infarma Dottie up stairs ah Missa He shop whey she live ah peep tru de winda, while jerky deh cross de road ah set up him drum pan fi jerk chicken lata, and Puncie send gone buy coal a town fi roast cawn, fi wi eat wid kuknat lickle more!, and de preacha boy just pass lickle while ago a shout repent!!, while some shot just buss off round de road,….. dat is my idea of a lovely day in Jamaica, mi madda wudda sey mi nuh ave nuh hambition but mi nuh Kattah!!
The world has it to say that Jamaica is the murder capital of the world, Palestine, Israel, Afghanistan cannot hold a candle to us in war and murder…Us???…lickle Jamaica???……I say Propoganda!!!!….Yes I know that crimes of all sorts occur every day and murder happens a lot,but the same can be said of a lot of places and this is a Country with a little less than Three million people, and can categorically be called a fish bowl. Everything that happens on the island is highlighted times one hundred!……. People fi low we hyah!…Jamaica nice. Crime is everywhere, not only in Jamaica, however it’s not my intention to compare crimes from all over the world on this post. It is however my intention to say how and what I feel, and I want love to come back to the world, I wish (and I know it is only a wish), that communities from all over the world would get together and live as one, yes I know this is pure fantasy and the bigger heads (leader of the world), has set the world the way it is now, by inciting racial wars, and religious divides and worse of all for black people, teaching us to hate our selves. We disregard our ancestors and our original ways of Practice. I wrote of Queen Ann Nzingha, the other day in a post Titled The Excellence of Women and in that post I made mention of the fact that a lot of people has never heard of this great black woman. When are we going to wake up and stop fighting and hating each other and live as God’s people in love, peace and unity. Instead, we back bite and hate each other and do it in the name of whatever mythical deity we serve religiously as our Saviour. The stiff-necked fools close their minds to the truth and condemn even what they don’t know or understand. O mase O!, (what a pity in Yoruba!). Bring back de days dem when me like you and you like mi back, bring back de days when mi nah fight and cuss yuh, caws if yuh offen mi all mi do is tell yuh wha yuh do mi and we work it out and everyting criss agen. Bring back de days where a village grows a child, bring back de days when mi a praise God an ah go tru an mi nah chat yuh inna church bout wha yuh wear come, and den lickle more ketch inna spirit and sey mi save an sanctified, holy ghost filled water baptized, Jesus pon mi mine, I have found a new life!!.
Mek old-time sinting come back agen, like Admiral Bailey sey. When bad spirits come tru de yard and mi granny tun har role and crash up two cream soda, and de whole ah de pickney dem inna de yard git up an spin dem role to., lolol and mad man Ben Ben from cross de road cuss and sey..”oonu si man deh yah thirsty and oonu a dash whey good good cream soda pon duppy!..Jamaica Nice!!
Tan an see nuh bruk nuh dance ongle intafarance…Jamaican Proverb
Obara Meji is a spiritualist, Ifa-Orisa practitioner, and teacher of metaphysics. Since 2011 she has used her online platform to share her personal experiences to those seeking answers about spirituality. Her teachings will expand into short stories, novels, and public speaking to continue her mission of bringing enlightenment to the world.