What’s good about Jamaica?
Today Jamaicans will celebrate their Independence in Jamaica and around the world. As I have posted on this blog many times, I too am a proud Jamaican and I have always celebrated who I am as a Jamaican owning and displaying my lovely accent anywhere in the world I go.
Whenever I tell anyone who hears my thick Jamaican accent that I have been living abroad from “Wappy kill Phillip” which is the Jamaican way of saying “a very long time”, they are astonished to know that I have been schooled, High school and University in America and have held on to my Jamaican Accent which is very strong. I have always wondered why the astonishment? A rhetorical question however because many have migrated and as soon as they clear custom they abandoned accent (laughable) culture and all, also there are people like the entertainer Elephant man who still lives on the Island and continues sqawking in an embarrassing fake accent with a very spitty lisp, Shizzle! Not I!
Yesterday I took you back with me to my Island Jamaica and memories of some interesting characters, especially that of Hilda Willis, aka Miss Will. I Promised that I would today introduce you all to others who were apart of the cast in our Community, while not as “Glamorous” as Miss Will, they are indeed colorful and bright.
We lived across the street from a huge building which was a rooming house upstairs and had shops down stairs, the building was a wrap around construction which meant it wrapped around to the next street. The property was owned by a Chinese husband and wife team we called Mr. He and Miss He, (should be Mrs. but we Jamaicans ah suh we do tings). Mr He was a short stocky Chinese man with salt and pepper hair, who walked very fast and always wore a Chinese board slippers which clunked, clanked as he walked. We all loved Mr. He and laughed at futile his attempts to pronounce the letter R, he would laugh right along with us he was nice and my mother and he were very good friends, he had a very winsome character regardless if his English was limited.
His wife Miss He was another story. Miss He was the resident cashier in their supermarket which was the largest among all the shops down stairs of their wrap around building. She was a chain smoker and seemed to hate everybody, except her children and my mother, everybody liked my mother it seemed, except for Miss Will, but the jury is still out as to what species did Miss Will come from.
Miss He would sit in a grilled up cage in the grocery shop, and would curse bad words every day. If anyone asked her a question the response would be a Chinese accented bad word and instead of Jamaicans becoming angry at her often rude retort, Jamaicans would laugh, falling down while clutching their stomachs at Miss He Cursing then out, while she sat seriously in her closed cage holding her cigarette and looking at them all screwed faced up. It took a long time for me to realize that Miss He did not speak or understand English and so for her to communicate with Jamaicans she believed telling them some “Claat” (Jamaican bad word, which is often prefaced with words like blood, and rass, and bumbo etc) was the best way to get her point across. Jamaicans got a Kick out of this and would taunt her into cussing, which she readily responded, even to children.
The businesses on the building were a bar, which seemed to be a pick up joint for undercover prostitutes nick named bar fly, so if someone’s name was Jenny and she hung out in the bar then she would be referred to (behind her back most times, unless someones is cussing her) as Bar fly Jenny, a cook shop which according to some people the food was unpalatable. The men would play dominoes in front of the cook shop and it was there for the first and only time in my life that I had seen my father come home and go under the bed for his cutlass quietly, determined to limb off a person who was verbally abusing him at a domino game. Instead of answering the abrasive man who puffered his chest at my dad when my father said not a word but simply walked off, not knowing that my father was coming back with a machete. It was after my father returned hiding the cutlass and quietly stood in a corner (timing his self to run dung pon de man an limb off him claat) while the gentleman was in full bad man mode at my fathers expense, that someone whispered to him that daddy had a lass, upon hearing this he left abruptly, ran even.
There was the dry cleaners which was ran by a very rotund woman we called Fatty and in front of the businesses were two higgler women who sold food stuff, Miss Hilda and Miss Joyce. Miss Hilda was a quiet nice woman who did not bother anyone while Miss Joyce was a virago who everybody hated, she lived in a community call Frog City (real Ghetto) and use to dash obeah at poor Miss Hilda who jumped Poco with Miss Will. Miss Joyce had fourteen children which included a very flamboyant son called Lloyd who most assumed was on becoming a homosexual (aka Pinky). Lloyd would put his mothers apron and sell like a real market woman and tried his best to sound like one, the apron dress was his drag I suppose.
Then beside us was the gambling Yard where the most dances were kept in our area, it was called Daffodil Lawn. It was owned by an old woman we called Madda, and she had some four sons and of them all Tonnie was a real character, he use to beat Madda for her lickle chupance (money) which she carried in a thread bag tied to her brazzaire. He quarreled, cursed and hated everybody, he smoked Ganja as if he was a choo choo train, and was just a very cantankerous miserable person who even cursed God, people feared and hated him for cursing God, so much that when rain would fall nobody would go close to Tonnie for fear fo being struck by lightening which people was sure to be after Tonnie. He had a baby’s mother called Plungie who he beat everyday and she scandal him that he “did the hings dem to her” (things which Jamaican men are embarrassed about, but they do it when the doors are closed and the lights are off lol, not all of them though), the beating would either get worse or he would kiss his teeth and walk away.
Madda, Tonnie’s mother ran a grocery shop and was in direct competition with Mr. He. In that gambling yard people from all over the country came to gamble, hang out, attend dances and just plain have a good time, the vibes there was awesome. My father was in that yard everyday, he made the best chilum pipe out of coconut bough and hose (this is from my memory, correct me if it is wrong) I witnessed police men and soldiers come to the yard in their uniforms and rifles in tow and they would sit with my father and the other men in the gambling yard all smoking ganja, passing the chilum pipe around, often times they would call us the children over and blow the weed in our faces. This was fun in Jamaica, at the time I lived there, no harm done to us, well if you count the urge I have at time to walk and tear up paper, lol, just kidding!
I would like to tell you about Rat who looked exactly like his name and slept in the huge chicken coup, normally called a fowl kubb in Jamaica, and Man Royal Cherry, who looked and dressed just like a man but had a husband and children, and Dog the bad man from Waltham Park Road, and Puss because he was a known theif, and mad men, Bunny, and Lukie and Randal Tonnie’s stiff staring mad brother and so many others but I will leave some of them for another time.
It is indeed for me a blessing to have been born Jamaican. My accent serves as a pass for me anywhere I go in this world. Jamaicans are respected and loved by most and for the rest who do not love us, “IS BAD MINE DEM BAD MINE,…… DEM BAD MINE!!” lol in other words Jealousy!
The women are confident and so are the sexy men, we can cuss and fight and war and love all at the same time while cooking and cleaning and getting “sorted out”, if that is not mastery at multi tasking I do not know what is. We are excellent cooks (most of us, that is). We are very clean people in ways of hygiene, keeping our house, yard and compound clean, if you meet an untidy Jamaican, it is one out of a thousand. A Trinidadian woman living in Jamaica corrected me once when I made this statement of Jamaicans being very clean people, she said she had been living in Jamaica for over twenty years and noticed that some of their kitchens are dirty, I was highly offended but I calmed down and asked her to give me examples of the dirty kitchens which she saw there, she could only give the example of one woman, who was a functioning mad woman.
Jamaica is ruled by Orisha Osun and by Orisha Ogun, and by the ancestors, this is evident by the colors of our flag. It is a very blessed place (gully queens, move an gwey man, cho!) so beautiful. God seemed to have made Jamaica for when he is ready to retire he would settle down there, or when he is ready for vacation this is the place he would have the most fun wid Gabrielle and all ah dem. God blessed our Island special. Reggae music regardless of others “using” it, and even Hip Hop being born from it and rarely giving us our credit, however we cannot be denied, there was a time when England wanted to claim Ska, whara??. Dem attribute “Bling Bling” to Little Wayne, (laughable), Bling Bling is a patois term used to describe something sparkly or shiny, as a child whenever anyone would have on any clothing which sparkled we would say “yuh ah shock, yuh ah sting, yuh ah bling! Little Wayne, lol..Big up yuh self Dj cool Herc for bringing Street dance to the Bronx thus making way for Hip hop to be born, coming out of DJ’s in Jamaica use to pass the mic back and forth and rhyme. Big up yuh self, Brigadier Jerry, Charlie Chaplin, Josey Wales, Sassafras, Pan head, Major Worries, Kojak and Mumma Lazi, Welton Ire and Ringo, Early B, Lieutenant Stichie, Papa San, Ninja Man and all others!
Check out closely the Background of a famous person or a very accomplished person in whatever area of life that person is celebrated, and you will find a Jamaican as Mother or Father, Big Up Colin Powell, Naomi Campbell, Tyson Beckford, Kerry Washington, Delroy Lindo, Madge Sinclair, Claude McKay, Grace Jones, Dule Hill, Sheryl Lee Ralph, Harry Belafonte, K R S One, Biggy Smalls, Minister Louis Farrakhan, Patrick Ewing, the late Heavy D and so many more
What’s good about Jamaica the love, the creativity, patois, the people, the comfort, country, town, Ganja, Stone Love, de beer, ice mints and bustamante sweetie, the yam, cassava and coco, de corn meal dumplins, red peas soup on Saturdays, de coconut rundung wid roast bread fruit, de festival and fry fish, all de foods, stoning smaddy mango tree, cussing the star apple caws it won’t fall from de tree, de energy and camaraderie, de Ghetto where we have the most fun, uptown life, aldoe ah doan know it and doan regret it, devon house and dem ice cream and plantain tart!
Big up all de rum heads, de spliff heads, Dorothy whey ah tek Suzie man Big up yuh self. Big up Joe grine, yuh deh pon de wuk, big up all de bad people dem, caws oonhu eva ready fi bus ah shot and try as we might we cyaan get rid ah oonuh, big up all de bad bwoy, gun men police dem ah oonuh sey shoot fi kill all if him innocent, so gwan big up oonuh slef, big up de teefing politician dem and our frequent flyer de great Portia Simpson (first Class ) Miller our Prime Minister and major war boat, lol. Big up to de higgla dem and all obeah man an Obeah ooman gwan hole tight, big all de artist dem and all de schoolers, and bus drivers, big uppppp! Jamaica Big up yuh self pon this Independence day! Love Always!
Bloggers add your own big ups!
Ọwọ́ ọmọdé ò tó pẹpẹ, tàgbàlagbà ò wọ akèrègbè /
A child’s hand can’t reach the shelf as an elder’s can’t enter a gourd…….Yoruba Proverb!
[No one can do it all, but together we can do more; we need one another]
All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love….Obara Meji!
There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned….Obara Meji!
Grand Gala is to festival as Grand Market is to Christmas. Dont tell me you do not know Grand Market???
A who yah try skool ’bout Grand Mawkit?? A me seh mawkit behavior! A me seh every satdeh a caronation mawkit run and crocuz bag full a mawkit goods esp fi mek gungu peas soup! 😀 😀 😀 hahahahahah!!! M, when yuh dun laff afta mi… mek mi know! Awoah! Seriously though, Grand Market I’m very much familiar with. I’ve frequented the Linstead Grand Market and just found pure fun in hanging out with friends all night and having a blast! M, mine ya showoff pan mi tru mi nuh kno ’bout de Gala one eenuh?? Mine yuh tink mi… Read more »
Yazzy, yu leff Jamaica from yu a baby doan? LOL. Grand Gala is where they have all things Jamaican like the May-pole dance (back inthe day)…Skits, dance etc. Freddy McGregor and Marcia Griffiths were honoured for 50 years in the music business. Etana, gave a good account of herself.
😀 yuh ave jokes M??? Mi neva hear of it before man … c-russ
Yazzy, mi is a regula drinker…Nothing new..Last night mi guh Grand Gala mi dere.
M, what is the grand Gala?? Sound like Hexcitement! A holiday time suh get mawd now….a nuh nutin 😀
Woieee, mi muss really drunk…Mi gone over the ealier post a sey Mawning…
Morning my people…
Lmao… Mawnin MTH.
Yuh get weh last night man?? 😀
Good night everyone…sweet dreams…
Good night Ty, until tomorrow y’all
Mi juss si wha Cami seh, Miss Trinidad did lose har son? Oh my!
No! NuNu. Lisa lost a custody case for her son through the US/Georgia courts. She may have regained some kind of custodial rights over the years. Updates are online along with interesting facts about the Ex…he has set some serious precedents in his young life.
Ketch dah boom joke yah inna de post an nobody nuh laugh
God seemed to have made Jamaica for when he is ready to retire he would settle down there, or when he is ready for vacation this is the place he would have the most fun wid Gabrielle and all ah dem.
We loved the joke and could picture dem a duns river…
A bad mi bad, bout me want hear Miss He claat dem…lol
Yuh can imagine when Michael an di whola dem gone a Osun and Ogun yaad cause dem a host di likkle vacation and set up dem itinerary
I remember Miss Universe Trinidad had a son for him as well
Money and greed make people do crazy things…
How trueTy! Wha dem seh money is just made of paper but it moves people like poetry. Some people woulda sell dem owna mumma
Seen Nunu… Hey Cami…
Money is a tool…
Like Obara has taught us, money walks with a spirit…that is why we continually fast and pray here so that we will never be ruled by that spirit…
Cami when I first began this blog I wrote that miss will, will be the star of many of my posts lol
Obara pon improv Satday miss will and miss joyce tory guh buss!!!
Yes Yazzy mi c-rus! Mi memba when shi seh suh an mi aunty get bex an seh mi woulda want shi bring dah fowl cubb inna mi yaad ie si! When I done wid har har an dah cubb deh!!!!!
Ty dem deh de flyer ah de man
Unoo memba she and Carlene the dancehall queen did have a talk show, unoo use to watch it? It was suppose to be from a uptown/ downtown perspective, it was interesting while it lasted cause nuff people tory buss pon it
Never saw it…youchoob, here I come…lol
Yes she interviewed her ex husband on it, and talked about the whole gay ‘rumor’ as she called it. But mi did hear tuh from ‘sources’ seh him undacova
Lol…he has been open for years..she thought her pretty looks would convert him and as a consolation prize live offa him money…boy did he surprise her…
So Yazzy why yuh ah mix mi up wid old ooman batty man wife????
Obara, Yazzy Neva know the real story…only the fairy tale of beauty queen turn mp…
Shi nuh old eeither. Ty lisa reach 40?
Not sure of her age…she is definitely young…she is divorced now and said to be very “close” to our first class frequent flyer…
Lmaoooo!! Nuh mix mix. As Ty seh, jus di fairytale pawt mi love. Mi a seh all she cud not walk inna yuh shoes pan capturing di nation wid di real charisma and Jamaican love.
Nuh di same beauty queen she seh fi improve jamaica shi did want start a program fi di people dem start raise fowl? If yuh nuh have a wuk di government gi yuh a chicken cubb and 3 hen and 3 rooster den yuh watch dem multiply an gwaan juggle dat, who memba dat?
Lol…so many promises… Corruption rampant…
Mi backfoot Nunu! C-rus??? Dwl!
Wi likkle but wi tallawah… nite Obara Yazzy Ty Nunu hope mi dream bout di gambling yaad, plate a steam fish n bammy, red peas soup n 1 nice stone love pawty aii sah UP
Kia booo!! Goodnight mi sweetie!
Yazzy yaz how yu does? lol
Who de hell is Lisa Hanna
A former Miss Jamaica pageant queen
She is a former beauty queen, who married a wealthy Jcan guy who she found having sex with another man, had a nervous breakdown, had a mental hospitalization, and now is a member of parliament…
Mi rhatid. I didn’t know all that?? That’s cray’ Ty.
Only in ja…lol…
I doan waa laff eno but to how Ty break it down so simple aii sah
Night Ty, Ty, nu she did get catch a do things? Cause him 2nd up pon a next beauty queen and all win custody.
Why yuh sey suh Yazzy
Obara, you have this profound love for Jamaica and altho I’ve never laid eyes on ya, di way yuh describe up di bandy leg dem, hazel yeye and the gift to gab on everything Jamaica… not to mention the intellect and charisma and the “it” factor needed to win over any heart and the confidence to dominate international and global platforms. yuh seem like di perfect fit! It neva cross yuh mind when Lisa Hannah a do har ting that you would’ve run dem foot red??
I had heard they migrated to Canada, if they and they maybe, they are very old
Ok, so sad that migration has taken away so much from Ja…
Obara do u know if mr and miss He still alive?
Our fathers are so alike… My father would smoke him weed,…he stopped a good while now, never knew he could ever, lol… Him ever ready wid him lass or ratchet…both of which he called his ” bitch”… Lol
Him bitch??? Pops too bad!! Lolol.
Lol…yep…if him seh him going to get him bitch, that was his lass or ratchet… He had an old vw bug and called it ole gal…U know Jcan nick name everything…
She was a character
I missed you all today…my plate was full…
Ty, we missed you today
Ty, everybody tell mi so, lol miss mout did light
Lol… The frustration look is what have me dying with laughter…poor miss he
Obara, you should’ve been Miss Jamaica!
Happy independence to our wonderful country Jamaica…I know the country lock down till Monday…thank u to all our ancestors who fought for independence, who creativity brought forth our culture, and whose love and genes lives within us till today…eternal father continue to bless our land… I am not sure if any other country has a prayer for their national anthem… Iba Yeye Osun and baba Ogun for all their blessings… Sorry I was away today, worked hard but still had to check in with the fambo… Obara I love how you write…I can see these people, hear their voices, and… Read more »
Hey Nunu, Yazzy, Obara…
Hey Darling Ty!!! Thanks for the prayers love. Large up up up! 😀
Ah doe send dem out yet nuns
Oh ok Teach no prob!
Thanks sis and same to you!My day was so-so, how was urs? Did u get the email from Teach?
Nunu boo.. mi affi guh beg Pinky tun up yuh days dem fi yuh eenuh. I want your days to be very colorful! 😀
Mine was quite hectic. But I’m one happy camper right ya now….especially when I come over here.
Good night Obara. Good night all my sweeties. I haven’t yet read. I’ve been so busy but just wanted to make sure I stopped by to bless my fam up and buss big hug up and kiss up pan unuh and mek unuh handastan seh a me seh unuh! Str8! Lololol… (seriously, I need to cut out this streggeh behavior but I admittedly love it!!! 😀 😀 )
HAPPY LATE INDEPENDENCE!!! I’m gonna settle in then circle back my loves. Unuh walk good… yuh hear….
Yazzy! Yail up!!!!
Nunu boo!!!! Happy late independence my sweetie. How was your day?
Hey! Happy Independence, Blessings to the land of wood and water!
Teach yuh read di sumn? Yuh nuh tink it’s over sharing?
Big up all the spiritulist and herbelist!
Lol big up all herbalist Domgoa lolololol
Ah doe read it yet nuns
Just holdin’ a vibes Domgoa! Glad to see u back here!
Domgoa we have not seen you in a long time and before you greet us yuh stawt select? Ah you sey selecta
Hi NuNu, how are you today?
Lololol wha M uppa top deh chat seh!!! Di ever so FLAMBOYANT Pinky wid him slippas deh clap pon him heel back dem like any prime gyal!!!! A scandal yuh want scandal people M!
Den Cami what would appen if she did name puncie, or even Beryl
Mi have a Beryl inna me clan and she is not nice, puncie dem renk, Hilda cruel! lol
MTH wha yu cook fi de holiday? lol
Big up Jamaica!!!! Lawd di list of food up top mek mi start salivate! Miss it bad! Happy independence day everybody!
Nunu Pinky was real gal man wud buddy
Hey Teach! Nuh mek M scandal mi wid yuh!
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY! My love for my nation of birth is immeasurable.
Mi write bout yuh fren miss will Pon de nedda thread
Poor Hilda, lol That name..lol Mus why she did no miserable.
Teach mi glad mi ketch yu one a way from wey day mi did waan pinch yu an tell yu. When last yu si Nunu? As usual nuh bad a sey mi si. Yu Neva si wey day how Nunu fly up an bwal out sey Pin key hi an not so-so gay. Girl, Nunu tel time out fi mourn. Yu know sey shi Neva big from mawning. Shi mawga dung bad bad. Memba nuh badda call mi name.
MTH, yuh ah mi fren but ah wha yuh ah try tell mi sey? Nunu did deh wid Pinky? Nutten nuh guh suh! Ah doan believe
Teach, sorry bout dat, a Buju Banton. Dam auto correct.
Teach, dis a fi di foreigners…
Jamaica is the only place that the rain set up…everywhere else its overcast.
ah neva memba jagga B, yuh real dance gal M, like mi self, ah who name Nunu Banton, Nunu was mi nick name enuh when mi lickle
Blessings all nice and decent celebrity crew. Mi a big up all a di sound man Dem .big up Wee Pow from Stone Love sound. Him a guh get award. Big up di British Crew wey used to keep big dance. Big up Jagga B. Big up Sting cause if yu get a forward a Sting yu a real Singer or DJ. Big up Nunu Blanton, yu lock dung but the world still love and memba yu. Lion paw mi fambily.