Beautiful skin, soft kisses she brings A voice that can take the worse pain you feel far far from within Didn't you have a mother as you grew up? or even a grandmother or sister that loving and protecting was a must If anyone should stare at them too hard you would jump up and make them feel safe Then who are the ones who slay the flesh of the young? Who are  those who with death in their eyes part a young child's legs and watch the innocence die Don't you remember when your mother would kiss you at nights? Or made sure you had something to wear or eat  Even if you had no mother a woman's touch could do wonders Respect has left the heart of men Seems a woman is nothing more than another vessel to invade and conquer Will it ever stop? The question lingers Rape is the word that we hear ever so often These men are weak but are the leaders of our country strong? Silence they bring as if nothing is wrong Change we seek but the leaders c

The ‘Savior’has come It’s been on the lips for months and months now the ‘Saviour’ has come Long meetings, budgets tabled and now the time has come The government flashes bright smiles as they read out the judgment The crime will stop? The unemployment will stop? The corruption will stop? No Then why should we return smiles because the ‘Saviour’ has come The student loan still has no money People can’t afford to provide for their families But they tell us to be happy because the ‘Saviour’ has come The government expects us to believe that better will comes from the ‘Saviour’ come Politicians seated with legs crossed in parliament waiting on the “Saviour’ to come Now that the ‘Saviour has come will all our problems disappear? The ‘Saviour’has come but light bill is still high Everything is still taxed Salary remains the same And we continue to wait for the ‘Saviour’ to work The government has placed all its eggs in one basket They both down  to the ‘Savio

It's really nice to see many Jamaican ladies going back to their natural roots these days I applaud them. However I've come to notice that many of them I starting to feel high and mighty as if going 'natural' somehow makes them above others. Let me kindly enlighten your darkness if you live a life that doesn't embody one of purity and one that is different from the rest of the way of the world you are no empress. Simply getting your hair locked or wearing it unprocessed has nothing to do with the kind of lifestyle you live, who you are comes across in how you interact with people on a daily basis. If  you wan't to proudly be called an empress I believe your actions should reflect that.

The wind lifts her feet revealing the inner components of her beautiful physique A body so toned and smooth the heavens declare her beauty is unmatched, in a class of her own The sun hits the well defined structures of her face with eyes so bright she leaves you yearning for a taste A taste of her skin , her lips her breasts a taste of happiness, a Jamaican woman at her greatest She has dark skin, long straight hair she walks with such surety  she is a Jamaican beauty Mixed with different races she embodies the nation 'Out of Many one People' She wears it on her blouse, she wears it on her heart She's yet to speak but you've fallen in love with just one glimpse, One glimpse of her face, one glimpse of her frame She is a Jamaican beauty, you don't know her story, you don't know her name Just one look at her body rocking from side to side to the rhythm of the reggae sound She still hasn't said a word but her body reveals her inner thoughts

     This morning I was just sitting on my veranda and listening to people around me and observing people as they went about their daily activities. In times pass you would smell the pots early Sunday morning and knew that Sunday dinner was being prepared, the traditional rice and peas that is expected in Jamaican homes. However this morning I saw around five individuals passing with box foods. The times have come in Jamaica when people can no longer afford to prepare a home cook meal as they would wish to or the fact that some individuals have to extend their work week to make ends meet. In the evenings children would wait patiently for the ice cream man to come to indulge themselves in some ice cream those times are also things of the past  as majority of parents can't find the money to give their children to buy any ice cream. Stop someone you see on the road walking and ask them  how are you doing the most familiar response will be, times hard man can hardly make it.   Yes

 Well its back in the news again and cries are being echoed for something to be done about the increase in acts of violence among our children. Wonder how long this topic will be relevant or how long it will be on the minds of us Jamaicans. Well I have been talking about this issue for a longtime and I will continue to do so. Some will say that even when a parents grows up their child in a certain way when they send them out into the world all forms of influence will come at them and there is nothing they can do about it as a parent. So I ask then who should be held responsible for these acts of violence committed by children? Cries are ringing out that teachers should be responsible and that the churches should be held responsible. My solution to this problem is that each and everyone of us as Jamaicans should be held responsible.We need to conduct ourselves in ways that our children will adapt good behaviour starting from the Prime Minister to the average citizen. If each and eve

  Are Jamaicans still about action, or have we become silent? Our nation is faced with many  problems and indeed we voice our disgust my blocking roads and calling our for justice. Is that enough? It doesn't seem to be as we still have the same problems that we do. When the government imposes new taxes or transportation costs are increased we complain for a day or two then we accept the measures implemented. Are we too soft as a people?  In my opinion I would say yes  the government needs to realize that they can't do as they please after all we area democratic nation for a reason. Other nations around the world have simply become frustrated with how their leaders are representing them and have stood up and are still standing up until something is done. We emulate so much from other nations especially America then why don't we join them in voicing more strongly the issues we have with our leadership.I believe that some of us don't seem to realize that we are more in

  Jamaica is now buzzing with reactions pertaining to the topic of bleaching that was addressed on the program 'All Angles" last night. The topic wasn't a shock to Jamaicans as we see bleaching  everywhere we go in our little island. Some comments being passed are that the individuals being featured are not comfortable in their own skin and are shamed of who they are. This brings me to the issue of makeup which those who proudly wear it, wear it to 'accentuate their beauty' as they say isn't that the same thing these individuals are doing? I'm not targeting anyone or their believes just showing another side to this story. Some women live in makeup they don't feel comfortable going anywhere without it because they don't like how their skin looks again I say isn't that the same thing those women featured are saying for the reasons they bleach.Other women stated that it'ts a fashion thing just as dressing and hairstyles aren't those simi

Our tears flow into the sea that surrounds our nation We cry out loud but the hatred and selfishness around deafens the sounds My mother cries over my body while you change the station Three of us killed in a week this is nothing but a bloody nation All I hear is how I am the future of my island but presently I'm fighting to be a better human You don't see my struggles, you don't feel my pain my tears are bursting through my fragile veins I am a child, my mother and father are my guide But I am a child of this nation a child who needs help, help to find a new light a new direction I cry, I cry, I cry it does nothing but fall to the ground A day or two later and so called words of comfort are echoed from the leaders microphones What happens next? Life goes on Till another one of my friends is gunned down and a mother cry out No more tears I want to cry No more tears for my mother,father or my friend The whole nation needs an awakening Bills and bills and

When a nation no longer embodies its motto 'Out of Many one People" and is no longer united just merely on a paper when I sign that our nationality is Jamaican. When a nation decides to use the culture of other lands as its primary source of education their child. When a parent doesn't spend time to educate their child on the history of a nation but allow that child to be fed the practices of the  land we look up to so much'not the mother land but the land we seem to view as the answer to all our problems america' when a nation looks for inspiration on literature,dress and music from other lands and places ours on the back burner. The young will not be educated about what the true meaning of a Jamaican is. The young will simply be living in Jamaica but have the minds of Americans. That is what Jamaica today is all about our young know more of foreign lands than our own therefore the Jamaica you grew up knowing is gone

 Some will boast how much they given to their child, how they ave them the opportunities to foster the best education. Some will boast that they provided them with the best of everything, good clothes, technological gadgets and all the money they needed. How many can boast that they know their child's friends, they know their child's dislikes, they know when their child is hurting? To be able to know these things to me is what makes you a good parent. Some parents are confused when their child will echo that "You don't even know me" but why are they confused? How many times have you stopped to ask your child how are things? How is your life going? Food, clothes and shelter can't makeup for a lack of  communication. Some children spend most of their childhood hiding from their parents, simply afraid to say certain things to them therefore resulting in them making decisions on their own without proper guidance.   Jamaica needs parents in the homes yes but J

   Last week I was looking through the comments on some of the pictures of this years contestants in the Miss Jamaica World competition and it literally drove me to write this today. Who really is the ideal Jamaican beauty? Shouldn't it be a Jamaican woman who is confident and proud to be  Jamaican one who is knowledgeable about the history of the nation?. I was baffled by the terms used by some of our Jamaican people, one individual stated "She too black" another stated "She too white and  American looking" what does a Jamaican woman look like? Once again I'm left to think that our people have forgotten that our motto is 'Out of Many one People' maybe its time we create a new motto that embodies the new frame of mind that our people are in.   I saw a young lady, dark skinned with unprocessed hair and a comment read,"Now this is a true Jamaican beauty" should I then conclude that lighter skinned women with long hair or women with proce

  Being young in this world is by far not an easy journey riding on a roller coaster for five hours straight would perhaps be a much more easier task. That's how the journey is really at first we are filled with excitement ready and willing to be taught, grabbing the instructions as we go on our ride. As the journey goes on and on we  have to take matters into our own hands understand how our mind works and what is right for us. We will throw up now and again and we may have friends and parents to wipe up our mess but there are times when we have to decide whether or not we will sit in our own mess or learn to clean it up ourselves.   I have come to understand a trend with young people, we are so dependent on those around us especially in how we think. Some of us are simply robots walking on the face of this earth. To be different today is to be called ugly or lame. Young people will spend what little they have to simply fit in, to attend all the parties and look fash

Mother wipes my nose, kisses me and puts me to bed I stare through the window waiting, hoping that my father would come in next Breakfast is prepared, my mothers hands kneading the flour The same hands that scrub the floors, wash the clothes and press the uniforms I was one of ten and my mother had no idea where my father was I would close my eyes and nights and wonder what he looked like or even how he spoke Even though my father was never around I held him close, close to my heart I had no memories of him but I felt like I knew him Each time I walked to school and saw men standing on the corners lusting at me I felt like that's exactly how my father would be The nation needs fathers but not just fathers, good fathers Hardworking fathers, honest fathers, fathers with dignity In my class I felt at home only one out of fifty had a dad at home He would take her to school each and everyday Walked her to her seat not just make sure that she was at the gate I loved

   The news comes on and the list of missing children are displayed we look on and thoughts flash through our mind, man yard she gone man not even going to pay them any mind.The following night the news headline says body of missing child found in bushes and we say,"A weh dem wicked people ya come from man". Many times we fail to do what we can to help because we have seen cases of young girls who have ran away from home to be with friends or their boyfriends but wouldn't you rather to be safe than sorry? It also goes to say that some parents know fully who is responsible for the deaths of their child but refuse to say anything out of fear, so you know what happens? those same individuals move to the next victim and the trend continues.    Ever notice how vocal our political representatives can be when it comes to issues pertaining to politics but so quiet when it pertains to issues of security and development of the lives of the nations children. The ensure that th