Fabulousity

My Aunt is the portrait of fabulousity. She is so warm, upbeat and positive that people just clamor to be in her company. The men are mesmerized by her and women from people in my age group, to her peers, teenagers and little girls all want to be like her. Every little girl who meets her thinks she's a princess, and she dotes on them. At a family gathering that was quite somber, she came with her nail polish and gave all the little girls manicures and pedicures. Such a small gesture went a long way, it took the little ones minds off the the sadness that surrounded them and left them with an indelible image of this wonderful person who really lives the credo "always be fabulous."

My Aunt has her own health issues but the unknowing bystander would never pick that up. Even when her hair might not be its luxuriant curly usual, she has on the most fabulous chapeau, stilleto sandals and fabulous jacket all color coordinated to match with her freshly manicured finger and toenails; she always looks as if she just stepped out of a catalog (did you see how many times I had to use the word fabulous?).

If success is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration then the ability to overcome health challenges is 10% prescribed and 90% positive attitude.

Aunt, you have that covered girl.

Eyes At the Back Of My Head.

Recently, my eldest came home and asked, "Mummy, do you have eyes at the back of your head too?" She got my full attention with that one..I straightened up my relaxed posture and redirected "why do you ask honey?" You see, that "too"told me that someone in her day's interaction told her about peripheral vision and I thought she took it to mean actual oglers at the rear of the scull!! The fact that she had just come from school narrowed the list of suspects down further and her tone was kind of respectful and awestruck so that said even more.

I did not want to mess with her teacher's legend so I didn't blow the myth totally out of the water, but I certainly wanted to be privy to the root of her inquiry. "My teacher says that she went to college to get eyes at the back of her head so she always sees when kids misbehave!"

It obviously sounded plausible to a six year old, so instead of decanting same I jumped on the band wagon and heard myself saying, "I went to college too honey, yup everyone gets a pair on graduation day!" She then replied with eyes widened in awe, "Wow!! I've got to go to college."

Sometimes its not the journey, its the destination.

She wants to go to college, great!!

Huh?

During the Christmas season, our favorite Chinese food store always gives out calenders. We always get one-what this says about our eating habits I'm trying not to face, or maybe I should look at it as a testament to our fine patronage-whatever it means I don't care but I look forward to this gesture every year.

Now I have a great amount of respect for the oriental culture and also have this expectation that everything coming out of that realm should be steeped in Confucius-like sagacity. So when I unrolled my calender and glimpsed it for the first time the first expression that fell out of my mouth was "Huh?" I have no love for this term in fact, I discourage my children from using it for -huh- just seems so void of expressive content, lacking in imagination and just plain yucky.

But Huh was called for here because my calender that formally showed and explained Chinese year symbols, bonsai trees and dragons had fluffy teddy bears and this mantra, "Be Faithful, Be Tolerant, Be Anticipated, Be Durable." The words didn't even make sense, the four principles did not follow, they seemed so disjointed and inconclusive, Who Did This? Alright, I told myself, get out your dictionary and try to find the common thread.

Faithful = devoted;
Tolerant = to recognise and respect;
Anticipated = to look forward to and
Durable = capable of withstanding wear and tear or decay.

So what was this purveyor of chicken chop suey trying to tell me? If I am devoted; I will be recognised and respected; my dollar will be looked forward to and that would make their establishment capable of withstanding wear and tear or decay! Wow!! Subliminal Chinese food marketing in riddle mantra form. Once after hearing a long contrived conversation of this ridiculous type an exhausted friend of mine said to another friend about her husband, "Does he always over-analyse everything like that?" Sometimes over-analysing is simply fun!

On Tying Laces and Other Such Important Things.

I decided that my youngest needed to learn to tie her shoe laces for many reasons, some more lofty than others. Well you see if she could master seemedly complex processes early, maybe run of the mill processes would not appear intimidating to her (on a more selfish note its just plain easier for her to do it). When she did get the hang of the shoe tying the sense of accomplishment that engulfed her entire demeanor told me that I did right.

But in taking her through the ins and outs of laces, I was able to realise that everything has a process. Additionally, some processes have to frustrate and break you in order to build you up again even stronger. Before I started I researched the project electronically and found that there is actually quite the font of literature on lace tying but because I was not inclined to spend on same, my options were severely limited. That's when I found http://www.newbalance.com/kids/, it has a virtual shoe tying experience which I used to initiate my daughter into the task at hand (please excuse the painful pun) that was both fun and informative to her.

I then had to simplify each step into terminology that could resonate in her memory and evoke visuals enabling her to translate theory into practise. Big words aside, I saw where she understood and had genuine light bulb moments-what a joy to behold-because of terms like "bunny ears" and "bunny mouth". It wasn't all fun and games though because there were times when her aggravation with her little fingers not doing exactly what she wanted, led to tears. But when she worked through those moments the breakthrough followed almost immediately after.

Is that what parenting is about-encouraging children through the trying times because breakthrough works hand in hand with breakdown? I think so.

A Yard Stylee Lexicon.

We Jamaicans are a colorful lot. And nowhere is our color more vibrant than in our speech - I mean we even have our very own curse words which might seem out of place outside of yard but don't mess, they're fighting words anywhere a Red Stripe is sold!!

Thus, being that I know some of same I think it behooves me to document these uniquely Jamaican words (the non fighting kind) - Jamaicanese (if you will) to be used in the correct articulation of our Patois. I think that I also have a responsibility to explain how everyday standard English words have different usage when sprinkled in a particularly combative, or nice, conversation that may occur on any street a yard!

A. Of course we start at the very beginning with the word A. Not A, as in ...a man or... a big car..but the more hard sound -ah- just as how I used it in the previous paragraph, "a yard, " meaning at yard, or to yard - where is he going? ... Him gone a him yard!!

Boomshat. That is the bomb.

Bwoy. Boy or any male of the species.

Caan. Pronounced cyaan. The meaning is cannot or our abridged version of same.

Curu Curu. No specific meaning but if same is inter spliced in pleasant conversation when expletives cannot be used, your listener catches your drift, poste haste. As in, "whey di curu curu wrong with you bwoy?"

Deya. I am here.

Dibi Dibi. I would say this means less significant or less valid. "Nuh dibi dibi gal caan tes dis," in common yard parlance means - there is no less significant girl who can even begin to measure up to my (the speaker's significance.) Always used disrespectfully.

Di. This or the. Not to be confused with....

Dis. This. And of course in the hip-hop culture, the other and perhaps more well known meaning is disrespectful.

Easy. An acknowledgement even more so when followed by "nuh."

Gal. Girl. Be careful, intonation can be the subtle difference as to whether this word is call out to fight or not!!

Gwan. Going on, for instance, "Deya a gwan jam." I am here just going on enjoying myself.

Irie. This is one word with many variations in meaning. Someone may ask, "How are you doing?" "Irie," you reply meaning - good. "Good Morning," the other person's response, "Irie," or good morning to you too. Irie Ites means good vibes. So generally, the word Irie can be interconnected with the word good with changes in nuance as the situation dictates.

Jam. Taking it easy or dancing, chilling.

Mawga. Meager, thin, emaciated.

Mek. As in, "nuh mek mi an yu fight!" - Do not make it happen that you and I fight! or "Mek hais and come" - Make haste and come - come here quickly.

Mi. Me or mine or to show ownership.

Nuh. Frequently used in Jamaica talk, nuh could mean don't, as in "nuh mek mi an yu fight!" Or, an impatient now, as in "come nuh!" Which would tell the person hearing this, "lets go, I'm ready and as we speak I am leaving you behind and am most disgusted with your tardiness!!!"

Nyam. From the Jamaican verb to eat. Present tense would be nyaming, not to be confused with nyamins or food.

Pyaw pyaw. On one level this means, feeble, having no backbone or very jellyfish like. On another level it means a small portion. "Is what kind of pyaw-pyaw food dis yu gi me?" or "why have you given me this small portion of a meal?"

Seckle. Relax yourself!!

Stylee. Style with a reggae lilt.

Wanga. A common 1980s djay rhymed, "Nuh Wanga gut" I think he meant that he does not want a large stomach, Wanga meaning large, please correct me if I'm wrong.

Whey. Where or what. If someone approaches you screaming "Ah whey di...," my advice is to duck and cover your ears as a verbal onslaught is sure to follow.

Yes. A greeting, similar to hello or an acknowledgement of someones presence.

Yush. I am thinking that this means hello or some other similar greeting, hate to say that I am not exactly sure.

To be continued because I am sure that there are some that I have left out!!

The "H" Problem.

An old Jamaican joke unfolds like this,

Boy : Teacha, Arry tek di ammer han it mi hin mi ead!
(Teacher, Harry took the hammer and hit me in my head!)

The teacher in all her didactic glory responds:

Teacher: Hemphasize yu hayches yu hignorant hassss!
(Emphasize your h's you ignorant ass!)

Yup, we have ingrained cultural difficulties with the letter "H" and her partner, the letter "A". The question of when to drop an "H" or how to add an "A" during speech leads to genuine perplexity or, " tie we tongue!" In every echelon of Jamaican society someone knows another who is plagued by this complaint; from the hallowed halls of Jamaica House (quite the hard thing to say for some); amongst the civil service multitude; to the dancehall microphones and back to the farmer at his ground, some of us are just like that or "tan suh!"

Through diligent observation I've come to realize that this enigma is a dinosaur reminiscent of a bygone era. The indentured labourers, pirates and landowners whose cultural input with the passage of time has virtually disappeared, continue to hang on to us via this lovable quirk. I put it to you that if you hear the speakers of cockney today, you'll know exactly what I mean. In the interim, just listening in any random group of Jamaicans can give cause to smile quietly, for truly "Out of Many We Are One," race is not what links us - like that teacher who was caught from the minute she opened her mouth- ethnicity is.

What if?

Its easy to fill ones imaginings with questions regarding a chosen path. If I had done this then maybe this could have been avoided; if I had not been so impetuous regarding this then maybe I would not be where I am now; this could have happened if I had only done this, if, if, if.

A debate that my husband and I always have is whether there is a divine plan to everything as is my belief, or as he recommends that there is a blueprint for ones pathway but because God has given everyone free will the choices that one makes dictates the outcome of one's life. But this is an unending source of discussion because if you made a choice and ended up at point X then maybe this was where you should have been - right according to plan!!

"... no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should."

I Get It Now!

At four, my eldest got sick and was faced with the reality that school would have to miss her for the day. I recall that my husband and I were overwhelmed by her response. She cried and cried as if it was the worst news she could ever get. Odd, why would a four year old react this way to a furlough from the usual?

I questioned her gently, "Honey why is going to school so important today?" "You don't understand," a little tear streaked face charged. I tried to coax her to open up about her anxiety, "well why don't you make me understand," I persuaded. "Tell Mummy what's going on."

She opened up with her little soul pleading, "Mummy, if I don't go to school I will loose my job!!" I knew that I had always told her that going to school was her job but did she really take it so literally? "What job are you talking about honey," I furthered. "Mummy if I don't go to school I'll loose my job at Pre K. I'm the LINE LEADER, and if I don't go school today they'll take it away!"

Whatsoever things are true,
Whatsoever things are honest,
Whatsoever things are just,
Whatsoever things are pure,
Whatsoever things are lovely,
Whatsoever things are of good report,
If there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

When Miscommunication Cannot Be Sidestepped

Have you ever gotten into a situation wherein no matter what you do your auditor is only hearing what they want to hear and not what you are saying? You try to rephrase what you say and couch your words with more pleasing terms but to no avail.

What do you do? Well maybe that person just does not want to hear you and chances are they never will be able to, so just leave it at his feet and move on. But that is not so easy to do. About ten months ago I got into one such argument and it damaged an already badly fractured relationship. To my dismay I had no clue I could be so villainous when gazing at myself through someone else's eyes. The sad thing is that my motivations were simply good intentions.

When our Saviour was put before Pilate and was asked, "Are you the King of the Jews?" I believe he was a no win situation. He could not do otherwise in responding to such nomenclature than to put the answer back to his accuser. He was already convicted; the rest he lay in his father's hands. "So you say!"

About My Fathers Business

Years ago while I was in college I was watching a long awaited episode of Oprah when I was visited by epiphany. You see, Oprah was hosting the poet Maya Angelou (whom I greatly admire) and Oprah was expanding on a conversation that Ms Angelou had with her. She related that she was greatly worried by some of the press reports on her life and had went to Ms. Angelou for what I think was to vent.

As I remember the conversation, Oprah had laid her burdens down in her friend/mentor's hands and when she was finished after listening very patiently Ms. Angelou said and forgive me if I misquote, "What are you worrying about? Aren't you about your father's business?"

Eureka!!!!

To me in my late teens or early twenties, the essence of life had just been laid open in front of me ...and from TV nonetheless...CRAZY!!

That one statement told me everything. Who is in control. At whose feet one should lay one's burdens. Who has a plan for your life. Who will catch you when you fall. Who will dry your tears. Who is GOD. And why all this movement around you is inconsequential because everything else pales in the light of where your focus is supposed to be, firmly placed on him.

Throughout my life I have lived searching for a mantra that more appeals to me more than what I have. I have even taken my vision from where it should be, but it always comes back to its resting place amongst the calm and serenity that God's peace provides. Now I have my gaze fixed on his grace and I am peaceful. At the end of a most tumultuous year or ten months I am finding my way back again and the dizzying speed of life is not wearing me down. I praise him.

Tempering Grief

On another forum I have a pictorial commemorating the life of someone very dear to my heart. I was about to attach another photo when I was stuck. It occurred to me that this was too personal a detail to share with just anyone who happens upon it. I had to temper my grief to make appropriate decisions concerning my loved one. But when is it okay to just grieve and when do you have to stop in your tracks, pull yourself up by your crumpled psyche and make choices?

I have seen that the minute you suffer loss you begin to make decisions on how to conduct yourself. Another person that I love, who was even closer to the loss was so dignified in her conduct that she inspired the whole tone of our family's response to what was possibly the most trying time of our lives. Because everyone took their cues from her, the gathering of family and friends that came from near and far to mark this passing were really not grieving, we were celebrating!

We were celebrating a remarkable life that even though on this earth for what seems to be a blink in time, was so accomplished and had lived every minute to its fullest that all that was left for us to do was to rejoice. In this we had a responsibility to smile between the tears and laugh louder than the sound of our hearts breaking because this would be what our twinkling, dancing daughter, a beautiful spirit would have wanted.

Thus, what I have come to is that the commemoration of grief is an individual thing in which there is no right or wrong. One person's weeping and moaning and gnashing of teeth is another person's single silent tear or a combination of both these two poles running the gamut of emotions defining what it is to mourn a loss so devastating, is also cool. For everything there is a season, a time to weep and a time to turn away from weeping, tempering grief is best left to the individual. If you feel like bawling go right ahead!!


TWR you're awesome.

Jamaicanisms

A dear friend of mine and I once started to compose a list of sayings that we thought were peculiar to Jamaica which we dubbed Jamaicanisms. When I repeat them they remind me of the sage wisdom and humor ingrained in my culture and I smile. I want to capture them in text just in case they are in danger of becoming... well forgotten!!

"When chicken merry hawk de near. " Which pickney (child) in Jamaica never hear dis when they were really getting on really bad? Translation:- Over indulging in merriment is often followed by very sobering circumstances.

"Sorry fi mawga dwag, mawga dwag, mawga dwag tun roun bite you!" Yup another prediction of dire straits to come. This one I think needs to be first literally translated for my foreign friends - If you sympathize with a thin canine that thin canine could turn around and bite you. Translation:- When you become embroiled too deeply in pitiable circumstances they could have adverse repercussions.

"From Whappy kill Philo." I have no idea who Whappy and Philo are or were but it didn't end well between them. Translation:- somehow this always means from a long, long time ago.

"From saltfish was a shingle house." Saltfish = salted codfish, a staple of the Jamaican diet. It sometimes comes in small rectangular pieces similar to the material used to roof houses. I imagine that the costs would make it too prohibitive to be used as roofing material now, so Translation:- this also means a long long time ago.

"If yu caan ketch Quako yu ketch him shut." Once again who are these people that sayings should evolve around them? Literal translation, If you can't catch Quako attempt to catch his shirt. Translation:- Once your objective is unattainable supplement the next best thing!

"Time longer dan rope" This one might be universal. Translation:- Time is eternal and cannot be measured by traditional means. This one might have a more ominous undertone because it is usually used when there is a perceived injustice and the speaker is predicting retribution - usually in the form of fire and brimstone - on the wrongdoer.

"Cut eye, cut eye caan cut me in two!" This one echos on playgrounds or wherever children are gathered throughout Jamaica. It literally refers to a gesture which calls for the initiator to use the eye in an insulting way as if slicing through the other offending being. I say being because sometimes even an animal that offends could get a "cut eye." Major disrespect!! Translation:- Your insults do not bother me!

"Finga neva say look ya!" Literally, Finger never says look here. Translation:- An Accuser (or finger pointer) never calls attention to his or her own short comings.

"Spit ina sky i fall ina yu eye!" Literally, Spit in the sky it will fall in your eye. Translation:- Your wrongdoings are coming back to haunt you! Retribution!

"High seat kill Miss Thomas Puss!" Translation:- Clearly Miss Thomas' (once again I am unacquainted with her) feline ascended to a place that foresaw his or her imminent demise!

"Yu bread butter on both sides!" In these days of high cholesterol concerns, buttered bread does not connote prosperity but once upon a time a yard, it did. Translation:- You are very fortunate and have no worries.

"Jack man Dora mi nu choose none!" I have no clue what this means, but suffice to say that Miss Lou (storyteller extraordinaire the Honorable Louise Bennett-Coverly) who was not speaking about that explorer girl -my baby's best friend- decided not to make a choice.

I'll revisit this list of colloquialisms as new ones arise.

Giving, the Essence of Christmas

My eldest was thrilled to go to school on the last day of the Christmas semester because she would be carrying gifts. We had both studiously wrapped them the night before while she worked to the best of her six year old ability to label the presents with the correct spellings of the names of her friends (this can be quite the chore given how creative some of us parents can get with the spelling of our children's names). The next day she marched proudly off to school gift bag in hand merrily swinging it from left to right reminiscent of some sort of happiness meter with its pendulum semi-circling between joyous and excitedly ecstatic with one carefree swing of her little hand.


When I picked her up at the end of the day, I expected to see her backpack chock full of gifts which in my mind would have reciprocated her good intentions. Given that she bounced into the car that afternoon with her dimpled no teeth smile just as happy as a lark I thought, good no disappointments. So I inquired, " What did you get from your friends Honey?" She happily replied "nothing." I was perplexed, I immediately started to construct an argument in my mind that would convince her that it was okay to not get anything because Christmas was for giving, we were celebrating the gift to world of our Lord .... But hold the phone Mom, just then it occurred to me that she was quite content with her gift less status gnawing on a candy cane from her teacher, with those fat pink front toothless gums- no complaints from her.


Intrigued, I asked timidly, unsure whether my insistence on delving into the matter would incite a deluge of tears, or not ..."Honey, how do you feel about them not giving you anything?" In one the proudest moments of my life, my candy stained face, gummy mouthed daughter stopped sugar amping up her little sister (or sharing as our culture dictates) and said " but Mummy they did give me gifts, they gave me hugs." I fought back the tears of pride as I replied "that's great My Love, you make me very proud."

Victim of Reputation

Some time ago, an individual that I worked with decided to take his family on a Caribbean cruise and one of the stops was Jamaica. From the moment he told announced his plans I was filled with dismay. Not that I did not love my country and did not want to share what I loved with others, but Jamaica whether we like it or not has that horrific reputation as a tourist destination and I suspected that he would feed right into that "travel to Jamaica is a nightmare" bubble. Worst than that I just knew that he would actively pursue a bad experience (if that is possible) so that he could have his own incident or encounter to lament over.

Well can I tell you, so said so done. The minute he came through the door that fateful day after his vacation ended the first thing he said was, " did they tell you?" I did not even have to enquire as to what he was referring, I already knew what was coming. "Why didn't you tell me that Jamaica had such a bad reputation with tourists?" I bowed my head in disappointment and prepared for the onslaught of just bad news, why couldn't my countrymen have proved the legendary (I use this word in the most flippant of terms because legend in the genre of the Honorable Robert Nesta Marley it is not) reputation to be wrong.

Then he regaled me with stories of getting on the cruise ship and being warned about Jamaica and of his fellow travelers relating their own bad experiences. This of course was his preamble because his big story was coming up and it was baad! I braced myself.

To my surprise after listening carefully to his harrowing account, what he actually had was a pleasant time but he was so predisposed to having a bad experience that he thought (or maybe exaggerated) that he was being hijacked!! Ridiculous quadruped genus Leporidae, deceptions are for children. Fern Gully is a tourist attraction not a point at which to be "jacked up."

Jamaica got its own back at him though because his tour on an unlicensed robot taxi took him to what was supposed to be Dunns River Falls but what he actually got was to peer through a barbed wire fence over a bridge at running water! I held back my giggle as I ooohed and aaahed at his photos.

Score 1 for Yard...Yaaay!!

The Root

On TV there is a commercial which shows that "Tide" or the persons behind the manufacture and promotion of "Tide" laundry detergent took a flatbed truck to New Orleans loaded with washers and dryers to help out the persons who were affected by Hurricane Katrina. They even commented on how people's outlooks were much brighter when they had clean clothes. I would certainly agree with such a statement and then I thought, who is doing this or something like this for those in crippling circumstances in Jamaica?

Presenting an individual with the opportunity to feel that better must come, or that they can try to reach out for more legitimately and that there are people that care and they can aspire to lift themselves out of despair is imperative. Then I thought that the way to get this done is to advocate support for the organizations that are already established to be their brothers keeper and have existing channels available for distribution of resources (no need to remake the wheel!)

In this I am speaking of the charitable organizations. What if all Jamaicans of any means were encouraged to send support to the school alumni associations for needy children, or to their church welfare fund, or Food for the Poor (if it still exists,) Citizens Advice Bureau, Maxfield Park Children's Home, or any of the archdiocese that exist throughout the island etc. (it is often said that there are as many Jamaicans or descendants of Jamaicans outside of Jamaica as there are inside yard)? Would change be imminent? I think it would and maybe violence would be a last resort option. Best of all, these organizations are transparent or as close to transparent as one could get, that one could see where the dispatched resources are, how they are being utilized and if necessary get a full accounting of income and expenditure surrounding same.

You know this might seem a bit Pollyannaish and I know many Jamaicans already do these things but we need a concerted consistent effort to show underprivileged folks that they matter, their plight is not going unnoticed and change is in the air. I mean in the United States the folks who give to charitable organizations are rewarded by being given a tax break which leads to money in their pocket and fosters a spirit of altruism. I am my brothers keeper and a refund. Great!!

Food for thought.

New Year, New Direction!!

So I have got to thinking, How do I save Jamaica? Does Jamaica need saving? Can Jamaica be saved? What can one person do to make a difference? I love my country and one day I wish (like most Jamaicans abroad) to return home to live - as a matter of fact I have been actively investigating the idea over the last couple months - but what have I encountered repeatedly? Negativity!! From Jamaicans in Jamaica and from Jamaicans displaced throughout the diaspora. "Bwoy tings bad a yard yuh nuh." "You know how many people dem kill over di 07 period?" "It hard to make a bread a yard yuh nuh" and my personal favorite "do nuh pack up an go wey an sell you house, have someting to fall back on!" Sound advice from caring individuals but what will happen if we all just sit back and look?

Thus I'll answer my own questions in what I figure is the order of importance. DOES JAMAICA NEED SAVING? Emphatically yes!!! We can't just sit back and expect "DEM" to take care of their mess. Who is dem? I submit that we all are "DEM!!" As long as the Caribbean Ocean and fish and festival at Hellshire beach calls you, you are a DEM !! If you long to breathe the pristine air of the blue mountain range, you are a DEM. If yu naval string plant under a tree a Breadnut Hill or any hill, gully or lane, you are a DEM. If yu ever tek a bath a Milk river or eat Jerk Chicken anywhere from Boston di home of Jerkers to Flatbush in Brooklyn you are a DEM. If you still have fierce loyalty to one of those centenarian Jamaican High Schools or you lost a bredrin on one of those mean streets, you are a DEM. If you ever fell in love with a church brother or sister or felt the spirit come over you in a roadside evangelist tent you are a DEM. If the bones of your ancestors are laid to rest at Dovecot or you wish to introduce your children to the way things used to be you are a DEM and this concerns YOU!!!

Can Jamaica be saved? Again I say Emphatically yes!! But it will take commitment from anyone who cares on a personal level. This means no sitting back and arm chair quarterbacking while yard burns! One person can make a difference.

Well you might ask how can I make a difference, I am just one person with a computer. Get involved!! Lets start a movement. This movement needs comprised to be non-partisan, non-political, non-denominational Jamaicans or lovers of Jamaica, who want to claim Jamaica back from those who seek to destroy it!!

Whew!!! I'm getting off my soap box now but please stay tuned because I am coming back with solutions. Are you ready to get your hands wet people?

Ah gone.