So I will say this, it really feels strange to just sit and think for a moment. I really should do it more often. I will challenge myself to think more often. I guess I think best when I write, it just kinda flows. So I will meander in this post.
Rahtid! I did make a promise didn’t I? Yes I did. Let me fulfill it. Where is the real Jamaica is the question. Well I still have not found the answer, though I think I get closer each and every day. I have narrowed it down to this. A lot of the real Jamaica really only exists in our minds. Yes it’s all those great memories that we have had. Weather it is of great parties, the Sunday traditions, Sow Bow or even true snow cone with bees included. We are or have become a nation of nostalgia. Is it that I am getting old and I really just cannot relate to this “new” generation? I guess I am getting up there but it’s okay, because with age comes wisdom.
So this weekend I went to Portland with my parents and wow I really love the parish. Hmmm I yearn for the day when I can just stay in Portland and not even touch Kingston. Soon mi seh, and very soon. I have a sneaky suspicion that the real Jamaica resides in Portland. It’s just to determine which part of Portland it is in. Is it up in the hills nestled in the on the banks of the Swift River? Is it on the black sand beaches of Orange Bay. Hmmm not sure yet but I will let you know soon as my research is done.
Well I will move on to my list for this post… I will entitle is simply the ramblings of a madman.
- Game of Thrones season closer was very disappointing.
- Sleep is overrated
- Drinking will stop… Hmm revise… it will dramatically slow down.
- Listen more and talk less
- A suh him did stay from long time.
Ok I dun peace out!