Welcome to my world. An altered state of reality in which I sometimes feel as if I am the only one experiencing issues and situations that are ridiculous, funny, frustrating and thought provoking.
Superstitions. Not the kind that Stevie Wonder sang about but the home grown variety that leave normal sensible individuals doing seemingly crazy acts all in the name of customs that usually have no logical bearing or reason except that it was what their grannies or old folk used to advise them from dem a pickney.
We all know the old saying ‘Good friends better than pocket money’ which speaks to the value of real friends being absolutely priceless. Yes we have colleagues and associates, but then we have those ‘ride or die’, bonafide friends that if we call them crying that tou caught your man cheating on you, they would go cuss him out properly and then head over with a gallon of ice cream to sit around watching ‘Waiting to Exhale’ while calling him every nasty name in the book!
What do you get when you combine nudity and language that would make the pope blush and hide his face in his papal skirt? ‘Sugar Daddy’. Written and directed by Playwright David Tulloch who himself had a wicked ‘sex’ scene par excellence, this is not for the faint of heart or flip flopping Christians.
He has always acknowledged that he is the perfect representation of the best of two Jamaican worlds: the grittiness of the streets courtesy of his iconic father and the mystique and refinement that his beauty queen mother brought to the table. Some call him a hybrid, others Damian but most know him as ‘Junior Gong’.