jamaica, jamaican culture | Rastafarianism

rasta lion, lion of judah, rastafari

Just talking all kinds of nonsense. Jah Jah is the light. Unforturnetly I have disappointed him. I have also pleased him. I represent no one else. Because of my relationship, Babylon and me do not get along. Many people have turned against me because I refuse not to speak the truth from my perspective. I dont like dishonety. If you are what you are, be who you are but dont call it something else…because you want people to see your coruption in a positive light.

If you want to be a prostitute. Be the best prostitue in the land. But dont go to church every other Sunday and pretend like you love Jah. I am just understanding that I have a different mind than most people. Can you believe all this time, I really thought people knew what I do but just wanted to deny it. Now I know I see the world very different than others. No wonder much of what I have to say is met with silence. I already know the songs I make I cannot sing infront of just anybody. I cant wait to live in Jamaica, and be surrounded by peple who understand me….Rastafari people I am talking about.

I am a Rastafari woman. A very rare thing. I am only now starting to see my self as special. Jah is my everything. I love life – when I am in Jamaica. Life in Canada Toronto here for me is Not so great. Wow. I only realized that now. However Jah make it a lot easier, when I keep his commandments and show love regardless of my own disappointments in society.

I recently met a Jamaican girl. Every comment she gave me was physical. Things like this frustrate me. Life is more than the physical. Does nothing else matter to her. Its just men and dressing up? Man…I realize Jah is only important to me….not to many…at all.

Hmm lets see which one of my songs can I share…ok here is my latest one…I only have the course though

”Looking in my face”

You are dying to get into my mind

Jah Jah know I am not of your kind

You keep on looking in my face

wondering what I am doing in your place

My spirituality spans all time

My natty dreadlocks confuse your kind

You keep on looking in my face

wondering what I am doing in this place

This is how I feel when I go out and my locks are not covered. I have certain people who are dying to get into my mind. But they cant! Jah gave me a gift and no matter how much they try…they will never have what I have nor will they understand my mind.

I am not as angry as I used to be not living in Jamaica yet. But I will get there. I dont want anybody to even mention the word Canada to me. Oh boy. I am sorry.

Here is antoher song…

“Back a Yard”

Life in Babylon is so hard

Every day I pray

Me soon go back a yard

Me miss me Granny House

And me Grandfada Farm

Di likkle breeze blowing through the window

even though it did warm.

Me did have me likkle friend dem

Whe me play wid a mornin

Dem neva did care