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HAPPY INDEPENDENCE JAMAICA – OBARA MEJI LOVE YUH LIKE COOK FOOD

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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

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.

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It hurts my heart to see the leggo bees videos coming out of Jamaica. Gully Queens, the new dancehall where ppl carrying cylinders to dance when sometime one and two man might buss a shot. The nasty tracing where they class up each other. I saw a video with a woman with connections to Jamaica cursing and took a bloody pad from between her legs and displayedit to the world. Man beefing, woman beefing and there is always a ready smart ophone to capture the foolishness.

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Happy Independence Day all Jamaicans. Reading Obara’s post made me cry and laugh. I couldnt decide if I really want to cry or laugh…My memories are basically the same. Same food set up, only thing I would add, it that because I loved porridge, my father would make it a lot for us (well really me, since the other children would complain). Mother didnt openly show love, but she did so with food. What wouldnt I give to be a child again in the country and smell the chicken frying and waiting on the dinner, with a slice of tomato which everyone called salad.

Listening to the Jamaican radio station via the net and I must say, my childhood was an enjoyable one. From playing dandy shady, marble, going to the river to bade (big up Cami, we from the same parish, St. Catherine)…

My mother was a fashionista so she would dress us up and we were considered to be ‘rich’, as for the most part we all had two pairs of shoes, one for school and another for church, birthday parties and for going out, (trips, town etc). Can you imagine you are rich because you had TWO pairs of shoes. Life was so simple. Thank you Jamaica for the fun memories…

How could I not reflect on my love for dance hall. Thursday nights at House of Leo, Hot Tracks Night Club, the mighty Stone Love, oh my days, when Rory, Glamma Wayne, Gefus, Billy Slaughter used to run di place. I remember Cassette Jones, who used to sell cassette of the latest days, right out a Cross Roads market.

I miss Port Royal fish, but my last crave was Jolly’s (back road) if dem ppl dey cook crab gi yu, yu neva eat crab nuh wey else…Jamaica, I will always love you. It was your mineral water than made my skin so pretty, it was the survival skills that I learnt there that made me a little McGyver. Life in Jamaica made me so efficient with money. Love you Jamaica….

Respect to all the athletes in Rio, I pray their safety and success.

Cami
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Looking back now I wasn’t suppose to migrate.

For starters, when I took my first passport photo at age 6 it didn’t come out good. When my mother went for the picture it had a double image of a man on top of my image.

At one point she had to go and get a police record for me (age 6); then the dilemma of me being a stepchild, eventually, I came.

I remember my grandmother getting my young aunt (born in England) winter coat and putting it to sun, so that I’ll have my winter coat for New York. The week was sad, I had my hair corn rowed and beads put in my hair. I tried to hide when it was time to go into the car from country (St. Catherine) to the airport. My grandmother (paternal) tilted my head up and told me to be a good girl, and that I’ll come back for visits- she removed my little fingers from her skirt and they lifted me and put me in the car. I was sad until the air-hostess gave me a coloring book and flight wings.

When I got to JFK and went through the first set of double doors I ran back inside and cried that “me nah go out de, me wan go home to aunt…(name of my grandma)” My step uncle who I first met when he came to Jamaica and gave me a ball that remind me of a grapefruit came in and picked me up and carried me out to the car. It was freezing!

At some point I found me self liking John F. Kennedy and lo n behold the date of his death is the date of my migration 11/22, my birth date is on the …22nd of a month.

SeaQueen
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SeaQueen

Happy independence sweet sweet Jamaica! The land of my spiritual birth lol. SS I used to be at Puerto Seco on the regular when I spent summers in discovery bay wid mi granny. I can remember riding to the beach with about 6 of us in the truck back lol. Sitting under the guinep tree in the yard wid WI bag juice and my little singjay bf singing lexxus’ “Cook”. I can remember it like yesterday “gal yuh beta can cook tink yuh deh fi yuh pretty looks/waan live ah restaurant and come done man bank book.” Dwl. My first memory being there was my sisters and I being mischievous with the young girl next door, making slingshot and trying to lick di cow. On the last attempt we caught him on the backside and when he moved we saw what I thought was the biggest lizard ever and ran. I can write a book with my memories of Ja. I love that place gone to bed!

Pardon my manners. I got wrapped up in my memories and forgot to say howdy. Good evening my loves!

Cher
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Cher

Sea Queen my neck of the woods St Ann we skull high school one day and spend the entire day at Puerto Seco beach with girlfriends and our little admirers.

Spiritual Seeker
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Spiritual Seeker

Hey Sea Queen, Discovery Bay is where I spent the most time in JA growing up, with my aunt and cousins, even though I have family all along the north coast in St. Ann (also in Westmoreland, but I’ve only spent my time in St. Ann). Maybe we have actually ran into each other at Puerto Seco back in the day.! 🙂

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KB

Port Royal hmm fried fish or steam fish i love it! sky juice lol bag juice suck suck coconut water n jelly season rice bulla n pear june plum yoow i love june plum. I sneak them in my luggage all the time lol hmmm so many wonderful delights Jamaica offers. Mi gwan luk a flight lol

Cher
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Cher

Happy Independence Jamdung! Obara yuh nuh easi a tall, yuh memba everyting you a drop foot to the voice of sweet Jamaica chune bad. Mi memba Jax, hopscotch games, gizzarda , pink pon top,toto, bluedraws. Dunns river falls from my home town St Ann. Love Jamaica. Tanks fi di great memories, thanks bloggers

Toy
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Happy Independence Jamaica!

KB
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KB

Happy Independence Day Jamaica Land We Love!!! hmm sweet sweet Jamaica nuh weh nuh betta dan yaad! great memories of this beautiful land.

AcolyteCB
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AcolyteCB

Happy Independence Day to Jamaica and thank you for producing Obara Meji and Mavado (he is so sexy!!)

Nunu
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Nunu

Not even mention the “crabbing” except wi use to guh “ketch crab” an di whole a wi.deh a road 2, 3 oclock a mawning, lawd as pickney it use to sweet mi. Lawd wi did fool, cause wi walk wid siren suh when anybody si crab wi turn on the siren fi alert everybody to the crab location an a suh wi deh run dung the crab dem a suh dem a run from wi. An wi guh inna di cow pasture an cow run wi dung lol. Den wi spot one heap a crab inna di cemetry an wi glad bag buss wi pick dem up but by time wi reach bout one mile up di road, wi haffi stop di cyar let dem out back lololol. Mi uncle seh him nuh like how di crab dem a look pon him lol suh everybaddi surmize seh a duppy crab an wi nah nyam dem a baxide.

KB
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KB

loooooool how di crab dida luk pon ur uncle Nunu yow i can almost hear him a chat seh di crab a luk pon him sum type a way wooooiiiie

Nunu
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Nunu

Lol KB di odda crab dem a run up an down inna di container an dem nah move ie nuh star! Den mi uncle seh, everywhe him move di cemetery crab yeye dem a move wid him an him tek one stick deh jook jook di crab dem an dem nuh run whe or nutten. Suh wi seh yow driva let off dem crab yah.an mi uncle seh no nuh let dem off yasso come wi carry dem back a di cemetery an leff dem whe wi fin’ dem. A ketch him ketch him fraid lolololol

Spiritual Seeker
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Spiritual Seeker

LOOOOOLLLLL!!!!!! Duppy crab…LOL!

Spiritual Seeker
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Spiritual Seeker

Happy Independence Day to Jamaica and all Jamaicans! Even though I wasn’t born in Jamaica (proud Jamerican!), but I have so many fond memories going there in summers to stay with family. Every time I used to go, I would have the hardest time coming back to the U.S. because I didn’t want to leave. Yard life sweet!

I remember beef patty and coco bread, fresh bulla cake to snack on, going crabbing at night with my cousins, swimming at Puerto Seco beach every day, eating manish water, fish and festival on the beach, getting roast yam and fish on the way to Kingston, Stone Love sessions (back in the day), jelly coconut, otahiti apple (my favorite), the smell of flowers and burnt cane in the air as soon as you step of the plane, sneaking back roast fish, mangos, and cerasee bush, and fresh ackee in your luggage back to the States with everything wrapped in a ton of foil (sometimes you get through, sometimes Customs take all your stuff). Jamaica will always be another home for me and I’m very proud of my Jamaican heritage.

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Nunu
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Nunu

An when they tek yuh stuff Seeker dem guh nyam it. After yuh feel nice ie nuh man, yuh mine deh pon di two roas’ breadfruit and stew plum inna yuh luggage, cho lol

Spiritual Seeker
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Spiritual Seeker

Right, Nunu! The amount of free food and “goodies” the Customs people must get everyday… cho man! Once I almost fight one of them for my nice, big pear (avocado for the non-jamaicans) I was trying to sneak back.

Nunu
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Nunu

Well mi memba when mi tek mi chuppance buy asham an Miss Lurleen red chicken a school gate and den mi likkle bredda stawt bawl suh mi haffi tek mi bus money buy pencil, 2 soldier crab an 1 goldfish tie up inna bag.lol one ting bout jamaica yuh get anyting fi buy a school gate lol

queenleelee1
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Mi say mi no stop laugh at the tip and bubble up..raaaayyyyyyy..you know a we as a nation tan..we no normal…Mi leave “Yard” fi almost 9 years but fortunately it was for Cayman which is populated with mostly Jamaican or People with Jamaican parents of ancestors. ..But no weh no betta than yard…And I am back home now.
Yes man we eat a certain way. .Sunday we eat like Kings and Queens..when mi use to visit my grandparents mi neva knew we did supposed to be poor because the house always full a food..

Sunday my grandmother use to always cook at least 3 different meats..and half the district would come henka fi food.. You woulda think a free restaurant. And she coulda cook..Miss my granny but mi knew mi soon see her again..so mi no sad..

And growing up in Kingston with my lovely mommy..We were lower middle class. She was young and alone but we never went hungry..and a so the order of food did go like you Obara.. Sunday she use to cook breakfast and dinner same time..and by all 11 or 12pm latest she a relax a read the Gleaner. .and mi and my sister a chill ..we would usually get Big breakfast like ackee and saltfish or liver (yuck..mi and mi sistah never too like that but the gravy did nice with fried dumpling )..or calaloo and saltfish or cabbage and saltfish. . Then if course dinner had to have Rice and Peas , raw veg, and some nice natural juice ..man mi did love when she would make June Plum juice or Sour Sop juice with lime and white sugar.. (mi never did like it with milk ) and most time with Chicken or When money a run oxtail..but mommy always cook fish for herself. . (When mi did younger mi never like fish cause she use to cook it too much..now no fish no safe round me..dwl)..
Monday was Sunday Monday. .you know the drill, Tuesday was whatever she feel fi cook..Wednesday was either red peas soup or stew peas.. Thursday was usually broke pocket food like Sunday breakfast menu..and Friday no pot no put on so a straight KFC or Jerk or road food..lard a dat mi did love. . And of course Saturday was soup day..

In most Jamaican household it is still basically the same style of cooking and eating worldwide. .because my Aunti still do the food days and she in Connecticut. .not to mention my lovely mommy who is still in Cayman. .and mi sistah who in Cayman too..

I love been Jamaican..We little but we Tallawah..
We boasty, cocky and confident when one a we excell no matter where we are in the world we hype like a we family. .all if we neva watch sports and hear say a Jamaican inna it and a do good all of a sudden we turn expert a which ever game or movie or whatever because is a Jamaican inna it..

Lard we is a proud lot and although we can be a set of unruly pickney more time mi wouldn’t give up mi country fi nothing mi love Jamaica bab bad bad

Nunu
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Nunu

Queenleelee yuh right bout the Sunday ting. Sunday a two meat day ie nuh man.lol Sunday a di day yuh nyam outta two plate, one fi, as mi granny woulda seh, di meat kin’ an the other fi di rice an peas an mac/ cheese etc. An if yuh feel extra nuff, yuh have yuh salad dish

Nunu
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Nunu

Happy Independence Day to all the yaad massive an crew! Yail Cam and Obara. Mi gawn listen to Eric Donaldson “land of my birth” yah now

Cami
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Cami

I missed all the comments and hailing. HAIL UP all bloggers and peepers. This post gives me the idea to add to we we migrated base on how the post started.

NuNu Pusss…((muah))! KB big up and tight hug for TOY.

Cami
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Cami

Goood Mawing Obara Meji, yu nu left out a ting…well maybe ring-ding, dolly house wid yu dutty pot, and the roast dumpling, Sunday morning river bathing…lol

Me a fly out-a-state so me we link when me reach or return.

LOVE and LIGHT to my fellow Jamaicans at home and abroad. ASI

queenleelee1
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Mi use to just watch the games dem cause mu was the baby so dem neva want me play..as mi sistah would say..mi you dirty up mi pretty sistah…and put mi on a stone fi watch ..and when mi was old enough them say mi no know wah fi do so mi still just mostly watch. Mi is a Kingstonian who use to go prep school so them use to no meck mi play cause dem play ruff. .but mi know the game them well..

Nunu
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Nunu

Unoo memba lunch time when dem use to mek ball outta box drinks box an when dat lick yuh. Yuh nuh git up back til bell ring fi guh a class. What a sumn did hot

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