Happy Independence Jamaica my born land. I still remember the day I left you to live in another place. My parents said it was for a better life, for I had no say in the decision. As we boarded the plane that Tuesday evening and I looked through the window with misty eyes and an sorrow filled heart, wondering if I would ever see you again my beloved, I prayed for you, yes I prayed for you. I knew I loved you Jamaica and I felt your love for me, it had hugged and comforted me many times with its warm breeze, which helped lull me to sleep at nights when the sun had gone to rest. But I did not know how much until I left you. My memories of your warm sun and cool breeze, cool vibes, and slow living, Jamaicans, we never hurry for anything. The market sellers, the peanut man, Mr Fletcher wid him jerk pan.
Fatty Lou who sell suck suck (icy), and granny Mable the asham seller lady and her dogs who rush the gate barking when we the children use stone to bang it and bawl out ” asham! Jamaica how nice you were as I grew, I never imagined that I would one day leave you. Sunday day rice and peas and chicken, Thursday nights fry dumplings and cook up salt fish wid red herring. Monday was warm up wha cook yesterday, Tuesday was whatever yuh mada feel fi cook day, Wednesday was stew peas and rice day, Thursday was Ben Johnson day (no money, and a day before pay day) Friday was payday, so Kentucky fried chicken straight away, Saturday ah soup day. Jamaica for all you have given me in memories as a child, for all that you have contributed to the world. For all many have stolen from our culture, even our unique dialect (bling bling ah fi wud dat). Jamaica for sweet reggae music, for ska, reggae, mento, revival, kumina, rocksteady and dancehall rayyyyyyyyyyyyy (in mi sketell voice), From,Beenie to Bounty, Bob and Gregory, fi Obeah, de Bongo man dem, de Rasta’s. For Miss Lou, Mass Ran, and de one Oliver. For Port Royal wid de fry fish and bammy to de tun corn meal whey mi daddy use to mek fi we dog Sammy. For Ochi, Mo Bay, Negril, Portland and Kinston too, For red stripe, white rum, Dranco batty, to name a few. For rum punch, sorrel. sweet lemonade de one wid brown sugar, sour sap juice, carrot juice fi sure, Lawd Jamaica mek you sweet SUH, ok let me continue on some more.
For sweet sap, black mango, Julie mango and Bombay too, East Indian, hairy mango, number 11 just to name a few. Naseberry, star Apple, custard Apple mi favorite, tamarind, guinep, and Tinkin toe whey mek yuh hol yuh breath. Fi tip and bubble up, slide and wine, cool and deadly, duty wine and more. Ganja, yes, Ganja, chilom pipe, Craven A and Matterhorn, what ah people know how fi hol vibes ah only Jamaica mi si dis, yes, from I was born. Nyabinghi, Twelve tribe, Cockpit to de Bobo dread dem, Jamaicans we were unique in all we did, we solid in all we did and we nuh beg fren.
Sharon, Andrea, Dawn, Patsy, Irma, Mavis, Myrkel (Myrtle), Dorothy, Doris (maid) Sandra, Joyce, Pauline, Andrine, Marlene, Merlene, Enid, Miss Tiny, Miss Brown, Miss Minnie,Miss Olga, Miss Hilda, Miss Pinny, Blossom …ah de ooman dem dat
Trevor, Donovan, Denton, Delroy, Leroy, Horace, Mikey, Everton, Linval, Randal, Barrington, Lance, Gilbert, Sammy, Don,ah de man dem dat
Big yuh self Usain Bolt, Shelly Ann Fraser.
Iba (Honorings to ) Marcus Mosiah Garvey, Nana Of the Maroons (she told me she is called Nana not Nanny) Paul Bogle, and all the Heroes of Jamaica. Jack Mansong (3 finger jack) all who highlighted Jamaica to the world in a positive way, and even Shirley Duppy who passed through de odda day.
Jamaica Jamaica, Jamaica, oh I love you so. Happy Independence Jamaica, God made you special this I know for sure.
Big up Jamaica, we are trend setters, de whole world follow back ah we! Artistic creative, yes we bad tuh…lol We lickle but we tallawha……
Add your own memories of Jamaica….
MEANWHILE OBARA MEJI AH GWAN TIP AND BUBBLE UP TO DAH ONE YAH, GWAN RANKIN DREAD!! LOL
KETCH WE CULCHA ALL DE WAY FROM AFRICA……….. THIS IS CALLED 60 REVIVAL, CELESTIAL ORDER ……THE WOMEN AND THEIR DANCE REPRESENTS TWO SPIRITS GREETING EACH OTHER………SWEET SWEET JAMAICA!
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.