The Jamaica of tomorrow

When shall the change come?

Crime and violence ago continue and mash up Jamdung?

Street lights come on at night and our window lids we shut tight tight

No kids on the street, no time to meet and greet

Why can't we no longer walk at nights? Why we don't have no peace?

Police men guard the streets

Kids run quickly pass them not sure if they police or just undercover gunman and thief

Thousands complete their university education but student loan awaits them in every gleaner publication

Jamaica is such a beautiful nation, nice food and nuff happiness and sweet jubilation

Wait a moment and turn the TV off the international station

Turn the dial to our local station

No more happiness and sweet jubilation

Blood flowing in the streets of poverty and ever increasing destruction

You have the answers?

Tell us how we need a change in politics

Five years time and we still have the same corruption

You tell me to smile because better must come

I can't smile when my friends are dying from all corners of the nation

They appear at funerals and shed a tear here and there

The sun has set the body is at rest

Who will take care of the family that is left
Mind sharp you talk too loud and you are killed next

The Jamaica of tomorrow is in the hands of the children of today

Ask them about the founding fathers

They have nothing to say

Sex and fashion they know all about that
Nanny,Paul Bogle and Norman Manley they not interested in learning about that

You ask me again for the answers

I stop and stare

Our nation needs direction away from the corruption that's overriding the nation

Take a step back and look beyond the sunshine and beauty

Before long the blood of our fellow men will flood the beach and stain the land
How many more shall die before you stand up and try
Try to make more opportunities for the nation
Try to give a helping hand to the man in the streets
The time will come when the poor will have nothing to eat
Except the next rich man who walks pass their feet

The Jamaica of tomorrow may never be
Guns and knives taking over and everyone is scared
What hope is there when everyday another one has passed over
The Jamaica of tomorrow needs our forefathers
The ones who would never give up on the land of wood and water.

Church ministry without God

Have you ever been to a church service and when the singers are singing you feel nothing? You can hear the words coming out of their mouths but they have no conviction whatsoever? Music is one of the most important parts of church ministry and if God isn't in it, it shouldn't be called Gospel music to begin with. Some singers in church sing for self! They know they are blessed with beautiful voices so they use the church to showcase it but it isn't about ministry. It is simply to let people know what they have going on. They stand before you and they have blank expressions on their faces, while they sing such powerful lyrics. They aren't moved by it but they somehow expect that the congregation will be. The next issue is that of the modern day Gospel music. Call me old fashion but it isn't my flavour at all. Why should I have to be wondering whether I'm listening to Gospel or I'm at a dancehall event? Why does the church have to change itself to resemb...

Loving a black man that doesn't love me

Image source: Google Images His beautiful dark skin made rich from the earth, his physical strength supporting where I am physically weak, his beautiful smile and then the depth of his speech. In a world where the wrongs that he has done is spoken about more frequently than what is good about him. I see the beauty in black unions,I see the beauty in black souls connecting, I see beauty in being by his side. The issue is, he no longer sees beauty in me. We walk paths these days paved with the broken connections. Couples who once professed to be so deeply in love now pretend to not know each other. We walk paths where you can pour the purest of love into the vessel of a man/woman and they remain empty. On one side, we have black men who believe that black women have lost their worth. They have lost the meaning of what it means to be a Queen. The black man believes that the black woman has wrapped herself in the labels that society has placed on her. The black woman is ofte...

Search This Blog