FUN AND JOKE ASIDE/ "RED GOLD" INNA WI POCKETS

Well its ironic, but the bauxite isnt what i am talking or what they are sighting. Its the refuse, from such, which has caused so many eye soars and let so many ailing. Leave it up to the Asians man, dem minds ticking so rapid the first world will within a few years have to reinvent dem selves to keep up. Japan has decided it wants to milk our mud lakes for what they are worth, if we allow them.

Our Minister of MINING AND WHATEVER is in talks with them and about to ink a deal which will see them doing a pilot project with the Japanese spliting the profit down the middle between Jamaica and it's self. 

It was after wondering what next they could tax that they stumbled on the idea, though it has been a while since it was put on the table. I think its one of the best , if not, the only idea the government has invested their attention in that has any merit whatsoever. I say to the Japanese "if you want di dirt tek it". From when wi a dig up di place a look fi oil and cyaah find none. What we have deemeed to be waste, for so long, now seems to be collateral long needed for the piggy bank to burst. 

Massah a now wi government can buy big vehicle dat tell dem which garrisons listed and which bars to hang out. Dem will now get the chance to have dem cake , nyam it and nyam fi wi tuh. Red Gold in wi pocket and wi still havent learnt how to manage the manleys and shearers that we had in our hands. We all need fi guh buy a share outta di properties weh di red dirt a store, fi cure will scratching hand middles or at least buy some soap.

Minister start di ball a roll suh wi can bring dung back di dollar. Dweeit suh dat when di civil servants dem seh yuh betta pay wi wi money yuh can seh "seeit yah" widdout hesitation.

Its been years now since laas wi pockets could hold up to wi responsibilities and di depression nuh send up wi blood pressure. Dem come tek wi dancehall now dem coming to conquer wi dungle heaps, anuh nuhtn, wi never si di value a wi tail suh wi did damn right have to reach di point where it hurting wi stomach. Wi going to have to change di colour of di flag now people di YELLOW/GOLD nat saying nutn. The replacement should be'RED". Black, green and red, yes man, di yellow has depreciated lol wooah roaoa(roll over and over again).

FUN AND JOKE ASIDE, it is a welcomed move from where I am standing all I am saying is, Christopher and him gang raped us once, the IMF raped us twice, three a death. Remember we are small and just two million strong, these people conquered and ruled China for decades. Lets not go into these negotiations and trade deals blindfolded by our dispositions and the need for quick fixes. We are heading, mi a laugh though i am fighting back the showing of mi teeth,to FIRST WORLD STATUS we must use our FIRST WORLD MINDS to get there.

Save The Educated And We Save The Nation

So much has been invested into the educating of our people but the gesture which has always been seen as a productive and grand extension now bares the strain of being the albatross about the necks of the academic. Day in, day out we listen to the local news and hear of efforts to reduce the numbers as it links to unemployment and we must welcome the moves but we must also be inclined to notice that most of this energy is directed at the Jamaican who I would deem as none academic. As I said before this is a move that is welcomed but I believe to be limiting and superficial.

The stress has always been placed on us educating our children but now we have educated them we have sent the prized cattle to the wilderness to die. We have not done properly our home work to understand that in no capital is put forward to support this group of well thinkers then most will become underemployed or unemployed couch warmers and deviants as there are not enough job opportunities for this intellectual grouping. For this country to move forward seriously we have to complete the investment process of education. We have educated the youth its now time to break the piggy banks and start financially backing these promises.

We have for years complained about brain drain and its effects on our economy but we have never genuinely tried to strategically tackle the problem. When the government sees it best to invest the countries finances as a way out, into street cleaners, drain cleaners, curb painters, ‘JEEP’ drivers and political band wagonists for a couple months of labor it only solves the problems for a day and emphasizes the point that we have clearly lost our integrity as a progressive nation. You can’t put money in the hands of babes and fool (no disrespect) to make substantial and sustainable gain. If we want to see significant change the government will have to redirect its injections towards those persons it has educated so that they can create and innovate new and more effective business solutions. We did not only educate to fill job vacancies in already existing and overwhelmed companies. Not everyone will want to be an employee any ways, Jamaica is filled with ambitious and educated youth able enough to take the reins to move the country further now that they are intellectually inclined at making better decisions.

A young man leaves college/ university fresh with inspiration and business ideas and sets out on a path of difference due to his patriotic values but recognizes the he just stepped into the rat race, the dead end. He failed to realize that his last name isn’t Matalon, Stuwart, Azan or Levy and the room he rents came furnished so he has no collateral. He recognizes that he doesn’t naturally have the financial backing that was a façade and reality sets in. He tries channeling his energies towards seeking funding but concurrently his savings dwindle and he is in a predicament of not having an alternative. He seeks a job to finance what’s left of his dreams and zeal but realizes that he is underpaid and underemployed living hand to mouth and the process has lost its point.

This anecdote is to emphasize on the struggles faced by so many of this countries brightest minds. Losing hope like the Burwood Beach and the truck loads of sand which mysteriously disappeared from its shores.  Our political will has been dragged through curry gravy and left behind zinc fences so that our politicians can get expensive SUVs and grand houses where they rub shoulders with fake smiles. The time is now for change and an onus needs to be placed on the government to make the right choices. For too long our citizens have tried to make a difference on their own, the private sector has done so much but see its efforts being squandered, blatantly and unapologetically. Employ the educated and your business will prosper, afford the educated the needed capital to start new ventures and our economy will see exponential growth. Employ our educated and real opportunities will be prospected for the under educated poor.

The in adequate measures that are institutionalized in order to employ development are failing fast. Opportunities run wild and are exhausted collapsing daily around us due to our inability to meaning fully exploit them due to our government’s inability to comprehend responsible leadership. Enterprise has lost its head to the blades of the ‘pork barrel’ system. We focus on impractical answers to our situations not because we are blind but because we deliberately blindfold our selves.

Hands can’t make fashion if there is no fabric. Banks make no practical sense if there is not capital.  Government spells no sense without thinking beings. Development is a no show without proper investment. Universities pop up daily graduating academics in droves without first doing their market research into the availability of jobs or business opportunities and investments. Maybe I have read improperly into such but there is a discrepancy somewhere. I won’t go so far and blame these institutions of higher learning but I will emphasize the lack of vision on the part of our past and present governments.

I fear to believe that the educated have no vote or that they are not choosing to execute their rights to adult suffrage. Why is it that the efforts by the governments seem to rest with the un/undereducated poor at the expense of the educated. Why is it that we have chosen to throw out the baby with the bath water in order to maintain power in a failing state? There is no need for citizens to be banding their bellies and bawling when there are so many educated and patriotic individuals sitting at home because no one recognizes the dilemmas of not fostering progress. Our countries problems as Mr. Perkins preached upon till death lies purely with the mismanagement of our countries most viable resource, its people. The academic minority has been cast aside, left to realize  their fate as casualties of a war while the powers that be parade in their “Emperor’s New Clothes”. The presumptions of progress have caused us to not buy into a genuine idea of development.

Save the educated we save the nation. “Without vision the people perish”. We have grown our farms to support our children built our schools and universities to foster their development, now that they have matured and are ripe with ideas we have left them unattended so that the fruits of our labor can fal and rot by the wayside. Let us get a grip of the bull’s reigns before they go trampling through the fields and damaging the crops of all that’s left in our coffer.  Let us be the change we need. Let us not as a government but as citizens of this our island nation, redirect our energies towards a better state. A good education has always been propagated as the key to a prosperous and productive existence for all. Let us practice what we have preached and embrace our own rhetoric’s for a change.

Stap Nyam Yuh Tail

How can we tek wi han tun fashion and use mikle mek muckle when so many external, antagonistic factors prevail. Some persons will try but whole heap will, according to our nation’s history and peoples nature, never reach beyond the presumptuous boundaries set.

Wi watch di news an imagery of wage freezes an pompous vehicles riddle the airwaves with intent to over shadow  the loathing realities of inflation, constricting debt, joblessness, etc. Not everyone will master the tracks, conquer the boxing rings or stumble upon cash just left alone by careless atm attendants in order to clear their plates of the stale and insipid realities that we have been fed or have been fed us. Rightfully so we must recognize those who have triumphed over there dispositions but no be swept away by the whirlwind within which one is so bugled that he becomes blind sighted. Jamaica’s reality of lacks in intellect, capital, collateral, etc. has crippled our youth, both male and female.

If I am special, you are special we all are special then all we are left with is a monotonous flux. As Black people were cultured to believe that we should turn the other cheek when our men are shackled, our women are raped and our kids are left to ride the illiterate wave because Gad naah gi yuh more dan wah yuh can bear , a di same way, we have been left to think that we are special and the world is obligated to us blindly leading us to take part in the rat race.

We as Jamaicans have no clue how to step away from monotony and mediocrity hence we are as captives to a redundant rhetoric  which holds tight the regressive grip of the common vice. A long time Rasta a talk bout Babylon and wi deemed him fool with intense skepticism. Our country because of this has been littered with persons unable to think beyond the walls of their craniums further propagating and perpetuating an unbearable stench of disrespect and egotism.

Cow si him tail and tink a bush biting at it till him nyam himself. Egotism is disingenuous. It has been etched into the bones of the old and breed into the genes of the young. Propaganda and hungry bellyism is our down fall. Tik bruk inna wi aise puppah jeezas. Every baddy know she yuh cyaah clean di stream from di battam yuh  fuss affi start from di tap but yet wi blame di mussic an deem our young men as packs of rats without first highlighting the fact that we left the food and built the nest.

Mek wi stop pointing fingers and start painting solutions to our economical situations to make Jamaica a betta plaice fi live, work , raise family , whatever. Why can’t our leaders stop trying to be culprits and embrace the fact that they have substantive purpose? Who are we fooling to think that we can outfit politicians with exorbitantly priced vehicles which they will in 4 years time own, fi likle aar nutn, in the name of service to the people  when di people a dead fi hungry. We see wars happening globally and retaliations by citizens of nations  and think we are nowhere near such wanton behavior but believe me it’s at our doorstep about to insert its aggressive shaft into our context.

I’ve always thought it to be nonsencesical( if such a word exists) to train people in a field which has no industry and send them to sit on their couches after the graduate but di foolishness starts when yuh start train to much 1000 people fi waah industry we have 10 and smiling aaff yuh face like yuh mekking a difference. Yuh aint better dan the fool we think seh dem fi tek waah old car, call it jeep an dash some half starving and desperate young people in deh fi guh paint side walk an kleen gully with intent that yuh plugging gyaps in unemployment. A who a di fool doah gad, di man weh cum up wid di plan are di one pan di wagon.

Untill this island nation eradicates the filth from our upper and lower cottages we will never move. Untill we can stare wi selves in the eyes, gi wi self a raahtid bax an she a who yuh fooling den wi doomed to sitting and watching di same reruns on the unplugged tv screen.

TAN TUDDY

Why don’t we hand a knife to everyone who thinks they are a surgeon and say “cut”? Aaww! So why is it that everyone who stands and says I am an artist/artiste gets to wear the mantel. As was said by Dancehall Icon Bogle “everybody can daance but anuh every bady a daanca”. To me the problem doesn’t lie with the bestowed, more so, it lies with the individuals bestowing.
Do we ever stop to 

think who a lot of these people writing for the news papers and doing TV interviews are how they became qualified to hand over such titles. Have we stopped to think of our Minister of Culture and the many respected officials we have giving out Fine Arts and Music awards to the public. Well, I am curious to say I hadn’t before this but the thought has me pondering.
I do not wish to take away anyone’s accolades or titles( yeah right ) my point is and is simple put unless you are certified to certify “shut yuh mouth”. Weekly I read the Art sections of news papers to find “works of art” scuffed at by the academics and no where worthy of being recognized by the “Intuitives” yet it is lord with honours by untrained eyes and unqualified pens smacked right on the front page of that section.
I hope my banter does not come off as just a bitter young artist wishing he was being featured because guesses what, I have been, so has my work, so if your mind lingers there you are not listening. What I speak of doesn’t only pertain to painting or the visuals it also speaks to literature, the culinary, performance and entertainment. I can whip up a good enough meal but I aint no chef. I can become one with dedication and education but until then I can whip up a good enough meal, yuh get mi?
No one seems to take the Arts serious: not the government, institutions nor the artists themselves, no my bad sorry, the patrons buying the crap does; because they crave that which is creative so much they are forced to take what they get. If we as Artists cyaah put wi futt dung who the hell will. I we wont produce, write, criticise and bestowe we cyaah guh stop whats taking place and if so , wi would have to kibbah wi mout.
I am talking freely and boldly as that’s what I do best “stop gwaan like yuh a govanna general, handing out awards and bestowing titles, as mi grand faddah wuddah seh, tun tuddy jackass”. The Edna Manley College of the Visual and Performing Arts, the National Institute, National Gallery and many a Art Consultants/ graduates of the mentioned college exists for a reason. I do not wish to take away the prestige from anyone I just demand that it not be presumptuous.

Without Vision

like a man chained in a cave to stare at a shadow eventually accepting his realities( Plato "Allegory of the Cave) so many of us stay retarded by our dispositions in life. Jamaica's Art/ Industrial Arts industry is so rich in potential yet not many a individual's mind has been impregnated with a response that has the guts needed to take the bull by the horn. Jamaican Art has become the buying and selling of mediocrity and lack of integrity breading a result of the "bruck pocket, gimmi a bly "culturally insignificant. This  cohort resides limited in their fortitude to recognize this truth, as believe it or not,  it would destabilize their pockets and livelihood. How then can there be a revolution of this process if timidity is the epitome of our existence .

It has always been my impression that the Edna Manley college, one of the foremost leaders tasked with the mantel for the rejuvenating and re-contextualizing of the Jamaican Arts and its contemporary expression and economy, has not failed in producing artist annually but has fallen short where the ability of these practitioners reside in contextualizing their academia bestowed them.  Outside of philosophizing and doing art to meet a personal expression these professionals are limited and eventually do not contribute much to the nations Art nor do they impact its culture, outside our miniscule Music catalog.

there are a few persons who have tried to capitalize on industrializing their Artistic and  creative expression and those persons have to be credited where necessary but one must admit what has been done so far is not even a chip off the iceberg.

 Fifty years is a great triumph for any developing post colonial nation  and Jamaica having accomplished such should be applauded in context." Sly mongoose yuh name gaan abroad" but in this case not for the violence that has retarded our nations  infancy but for being one of the first nations, no longer wearing Her Majesties albatross , to have leaped this far and stayed close to being flat footed. Our physical and entrepreneurial  renditions as a nation has developed over their years which allows us to live and compete globally. Though we boast a nice resume our breathing is asthmatic and our grip slipping.  

Lets pause at this interval, " rest wi likle self," and reflect on the ways we have managed our creative abilities so we can effect a more impacting result as we embark on the next fifty yes to come. There are many groupings of talented Arts professionals  as well as creative genres untapped but ripened unwavering to the idea of being  exploited. In hindsight lets authenticate the sentiment, as consistently  referenced, that we are the Mecca of culture and capitalize on it to reclassify our economy matriculating from developing to developed. Throughout my primary and secondary eduction there was one thought which was impressed on my mind and that of my classmates daily , " Jamaica's most valid resource is it's people."

A people is an expression, an expression a culture, a culture an asset. Art is an asset of an expressive culture.  "Cow nuh know the use of him tail till him lose it" we cannot fall victim to such realities. "Wah heart nuh si heart nuh leap", without a vision the people perish, it does not have to be 20/20 as long insight is not in vain. The Aim of this "chatup" is not to discourage the trying our pedestal the tried but to  redirect and re-volt the Jamaican expressions, its context and economy. Jamaica's Arts/ creative industry is at a fork in the road: do we stand idle by and watch  as people take our valuables as their own or do we capitalize on  that which is valuable to  justify the road we will take. No man is an island and so it takes all within the industry and those on the periphery to  own, deconstruct and reapply the energies needed to say that we have done our nations expression justice and are proud. 

Owning Di Black Pan Mi Back

Di black man story is one which gnaws at the heels of many who have inherited the distinguishable Dark skin which some now try to wash away using di regular Blue Bummer. To consider yourself of that nature and not have a say on the new trend of toning up or down would be in my eyes an  abondonment of the path that has been chartered by those persons of colour who have died for the causes which we now revel in and use to whipe our asses when we do get the chance.

I have always been a follower of certain ideals put forward by the great black man himself Marcus . To say that what ever a man does with him skin nuh matta a lie mi wouldan ah tell,. It matta.  Di black man has suffered somuch, endured so much and triumphed over somuch and is at a point now where he is able to decided for himself where to venture in this modern society of the global. Yet, at di peek a him elightenment him a rub toothpaste and curry pan him self boy wi fool sah. 

Mind yuh, everyman does have the right to be whom ever him choses to be and as a very open minded person, who am i to seh nuh dweeit all i can seh is before yuh mek di leep tink bout di repocusions of yuh own selfish actions. Where di patriotism gaan, oh sarry nun neva di deh from start. Well, baxide a time now wi start develope some, grow sum roots man for far too long dis society has been eating at di table of , mi a duh mi ting an who nuh like it chuck aaff pan sumn memba when yuh a dig ole dig two. Look yah man  yuh tink nanny did jus enjoy running round in bushies di amount a ticks ketch di poor oman but dat neva stop har, yuh tink Paul did jus a look somewhere public fi ded or di adda omuchteen man an woman weh ded deh wid him. Yuh tink Marcus di waah ded a pawpa giving him all to di cause of pan africanism because him want dem fi put him inna book and pan rasta flag  or di king man di jus waah ded lakka dat bullet bellet infront a umuch people no it was because they were thinking outside of demself putting our blackness ahead of theirs an all wi can talk bout now is dat wi a tone cause it look gud an a wi party face if at any point kunnu munnu was applicable believe me its now. KUNNU MUNNU. Forgive my urge to be judgemental if i cum off a bit harsh. 

Kartel a di teacha and him lyrical, dats a fact, wen mi hear him music mi waah grab a " gal" an start wine out har waist, but, there is a big gapping divide where wi views concern on di matter of toning down di blackness. Man black to rawtid, man black. Own di damn ting yuh nuh si nuh baddy weh white a tone up nuh whiteness. Dem tan, yes, but bypass di surface idea of them wanting to tan and all you will see is sum people who just cyant deal wid looking pale but dem quite contended wid dem whiteness. di white woman will want a black man yes because we all know black men carry big things( the propaguanda wi spred is so much a bag a bull rap only we can believe it, funny enuff dats not true) di white man rundung di black woman because shi kno how fi bubble pan it, all an all dem tings( foolishness, cause di amount a white woman weh deh bout di place a bubble cyaah count). The point of alla dat is just stop fooling yuh self. 

At di end of di day mi cyaah tek weh di man blue soap, nar, pull him new tone up or dung products weh a cum out soon off di maakit, but, mi sure can spread the flyers around which emphatically support di notion of not bleaching. I have seen somany persons wid some " wicked black", weh tek yuh right back to Africa, jus a go round a bleach off di beauty an it just pain mi heart. Yuh beg dem , plead wid dem, teck weh di cream, but, di home grown scientist dem guh back guh cancok sum new shit fi rub pan dem self.  At di end of di day, yuh can bawl out yuh choat ole dem naah guh stap till dem damn skin bun aaff, but who am i to speak, my value system( sum might say) is no different  as i am an avid smoker and when mi seh avid mi mean nutn less dan dat, probably more, but nutn less. 

Well mi aguh show yuh seh nat because wi rolling around in di same pig pen, an carrying di same stench, dont mean my eyes cyant open up and my mouth cyaah talk. If di tings deh deh fi talk, mi aguh talk dem. Dem affi guh cut out mi tongue. An it tek more dan dat fi stop mi as mi still have mi han dem a mi existence.

Di girls find it cute is nat a point, it fashionable is even more unstable, mi feel gud bout it is just retarded, everybady a dweeit mean seh yuh mustn. The time you should be an individulist is not when yuh want an excuse fi rub on di bleach , toothpase paraxide, or what eva. The time to be the individual is when you have the chance to say you are proud of who you are and will not allow any one, cercumstance, or issue to derail you from  who you know yourself to be. My high horse seems to be growing but atleast its for a cause which not only resides in my heart but in that of the diasporic Black African as well.

Come on stop bulshitting dis isnt di place or time to do that , how can bleaching out your black skin to tone it down not be about blackness. A baby pan a breast weh nat even can reason to a certain extent can tell yuh yuh fooling yourself. Yuh bleaching, YUH BLEACHING, You are bleaching, can it be any clearer and what are you bleaching not the pink of you muscles, not the ivory from your bones but di black from yuh skin , di history etched on your face. "If yuh  a bleachas Guh back home  guh fi yuh umbrella " an gimmi mek mi beat back on di black pan yuh back as only whips and lashes can jarr yuh memories to di time when blacks where reduced to nothing just because they were blacks and even at that point yuh neva say no bady bleaching.

RESPECT DI TING PEOPLE YUH BLACK FI A CAUSE. A YUH HISTORY, REALITY AN DESTINY. USE IT FOR THE GREATER GOOD AND DI FURTHERANCE OF THE NATION AND DI HUMAN RACE AT LARGE. Dont let yuh own selfish actions destroy the hopes and dreams of a young nation and its battered people. lets be the change for once in our sad lives. 

Thanks fi di chance fi chat up di tings dem love unuh walk gud an mek gud duppy fallah unuh . 

Don't Misconceive Di Stance

I was told earlier today that my bantering on about whether God exists or not  did not state whether or not i believe in God. Before I get into that whole discusion on my beliefs I must say this isnt a deny that god exists blog its just a thing weh mi talk mi mind bout things that occur on a everyday basis within this my Jamaican Society.

Now that I have said that mek mi guh back to wah mi did start out wid. I dont really think it is of any neccessity to divulge my beliefs to anyone to make my point clearer but seeing as mi love chat why not . I am a none religious being who cares not for the ideolgies of " God Folloewers". Alright yuh want clear seeit yah mi nuh believe inna Gad. Its almost as I said before  like a crime fi seh dem tings deh inna Jamaica, yuh might get dragged into di miggle a di town an den stripped, whipped and hung.

I have met persons though who share similar notions of existence as my self . The ones who are not religious but spiritual, the ones who believe that we come from munky  and di one who couldnt care less weh wi come from. mi kinda gh wid di laas group. Is an age old question but Who created dis Gad a from mi a pickney mi have da question deh lack dung inna mi heart enuh peeps. Wah him jus pop up outta no where an start create suh. Den weh him get di knowledge from, di skills, etc. mi know he is god and so him just happn to have all a dat lack , well too bad mi nuh buy it  an if yuh a cook it mi nuh nyam it.

Yuh waah unda stan why mi nuh believe it . I have an i dea that no one created the earth we just exist yes we have a history but at di end of the day wi just exist. This is sumthing mi think more sensible dan anything else weh any baddy a tell mi bout wi come from gad particle, gardens of eden or munky. When i say this people think i am crazy but when i say who mek gad how him just exist suh i am the crazy one still but they are highly inteligent for thinking that gad just exist suh. Boy the contridictions of ourideals  rise like stench from the dungle heaps of Riverton.

Dont use di bible to justify shit to me if yuh trying to explain certain tings as dats just a great waste. I might listen to history but mi always tek it wid a grain a salt. Listen to it deconstruct it  and own mi own afta dat. Some people tek di bible not as a reference but as a dictation and i am not of that mindset suh if yuh want mi fi own dat view yuh affi guh nail mi to a cross, pun intended, hahah.

Well now yuh know mi views pan dat i hope dat it brings clarity and transperency to who i am and where i stand , or sit if i might say love everytime