You’re not a real Jamaican if….

Yes it’s that time again when our patriotic blood churns black, green and gold and we put aside out differences for one week and celebrate independence and emancipation and ‘blen up’ the two and call it ‘emancipendence’. We drink coconut water, we eat grater cake and tamarind ball and black mango and fried fish and go watch the performers at Gran Gala and reconnect with our culture in a way that mek we ‘eye wata’ as despite its challenges, we truly love dis lickle pieca God blessed rock oh so badly.

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Turning 40: Lessons it has taught me

So my birthday was in August and I just wanna share some thoughts or pearls of wisdom as I chart a new course in this new decade.

They say life begins at forty which I can never really understand as what does that really means? That all those years before you were a foetus? You nane a live before? Was I hibernating throughout the previous decades. Smaddy explain it to me please.

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