His name may not cut a dash with the dancehall crowd, but on the local arts scene, poet/author Mervyn Morris enjoys as much adulation as deejays Beenie Man or Bounty … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Who is Professor Mervyn Morris? Poet Laureate of Jamaica
By: Davene Rowe.
Copyright © 2010, Davene Rowe.
Buttons and T-Shirt memorabilia of a man who lived and died by the gun
Ironically with the words ‘GONE TOO SOON” engraved
A glass chariot transports the dead in style reminiscent of a fairy tale life
The blings and the mode of dress are no different from the standard expected
and worn at last week’s weddi weddi with a slight deviation in the colours
Once there is a bus, car or bike, then transporation is more than available
With just a little Vybz Kartel and Mavado to set the mood
There is hardly any need for money , at the ‘deadyard’ food is a must.
All that is needed is a few bottles of whites and you certainly can’t forget the little bag of greens
There are two services; one inside the church officiated by the pastor while the other is usually outside surrounding a Chillum Pipe.
The sistren in the shortest dress is strategically placed in the front seat with her neon colour hairstyle & outfit,
mourning her loss and at the same time defending why she is the wife and the mate two rows behind ‘just nah happen’.
But like every other funeral , a loved one is bemoaned and in some way, shape or form
life for the family will undoubtedly change even though life in the ghetto will always remain the same.
Written by: Donna Bailey Nurse Kerry Young was thrilled when she received an invitation to read at the Calabash Literary Festival in Jamaica late last month. After more than four … Continue reading Jamaica and Calabash: The land of devoted offshore authors
Dutty Tough – by Louise Bennett Sun a shine but tings no bright; Doah pot a bwile, bickle no nuff; River flood but water scarce, yawl Rain a fall but … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Dutty Tough by Miss Lou
Colonization in Reverse – by Louise Bennett “Wat a joyful news, Miss Mattie I feel like me heart gwine burs Jamaica people colonizin Englan in reverse. By de hundred, by … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Colonization in Reverse by Miss Lou
Dry-Foot Bwoy by Miss Lou Wha wrong wid Mary dry-foot bwoy?Dem gal got him fi mock,An when me meet him tarra nightDe bwoy gi me a shock!Me tell him seh … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Dry-Foot Bwoy by Miss Lou
By: Louise Bennett
Yuh se me trial now mah?
Dat marga gal winjy
Want put me eena kas-kas
An big lian story
She sen come call me toder day
An wen ah goh me chile
De whole fambly gader roun me
Like I was kerosene ile
Dem sey smaddy tell miss Terry
An she tell her darter
Dat Lou dah walk bout an dah
definate her character
An de smaddy wey tell Miss Terry
Sey smaddy wey know Winjy
Sey Winjy tell dat smaddy an
Dat smaddy mus be me
Wen dem start fe chat yuh se mah
Ah glad i wasn’ ile
For ah hooda mus ketch fire
De way me tempa bwile
Ah plasta me mout pon dem yaw
Ah hooden tek it soh
Dem nevah know sey dat I know
De rightful way it goh.
I hear say Jane sey Imo sey
Dat Amy sey dat Sue
Tel smaddy dat Miss Matty sey
She hear sey Sam beat Lou
Me ongle whisper it to Fan
An she goh fas tell Ju_
Him tell Doan and she pinch tell Vie
An Vie goh tell back Sue
Den Sue ax Matty, and you know
De size o fe har mout
She call fe Winjy name an den
De ole tory bruck out
But Lou sey Sam doan beat har
Him ongle fling a stone
An it meck mistake and soh lick har
An bruck har collar-bone
An weel right t’rough de gate and all
Dem call I hooden look
I doan bizniz wid dem Kas kas
For my life is open book