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Every time you go away, you take a piece of me with you, and every time I go away, I leave a piece of me with you. I have wondered for a while what keeps me going back, there are times when I leave Jamaica, I cry like a baby for her mother, and there are times when I leave I vow never to return. But either way I leave, I begin, most times as soon as I am on the plane to plot my next return.
When I first began going to Jamaica it was for the purpose of having a wonderful vacation. It was inexpensive, since we get charter flights, it was a 3 to 4 hour non stop flight, and it was an interesting place, and I was surrounded by people who looked like me, even though most times I did not understand a word coming from their mouth.
Since it was new to me just being in the precense of these Beautiful people, being on the Beaches, sightseeing, shopping, I was beside my self with happiness and awed by the beauty of everything around me.
Well that was 25 years ago. The love has not diminished but The Rose color in my eyes and heart have turned the color of reality, But still Jamaica is the only place, that I am interested in spending my time and money to go to. I have been all over the Caribbean, have never been to The motherland, and sadly will probably never make it to Africa, So forgive me anyone who takes offense at this, but I have adopted Jamaica as my homeland, I have always felt that that is where my ancestors should have been dropped off any way.
A lot is said regarding the arrogant way that Black Americans go to a place and disrespect, people in other cultures, Black females get a rep for the demise of or the wreaking of homes, but for me that is the furthest thing from my mind, sharing space and having a conversation with an elder, like myself who can teach me the history of the place that I love, holding a little one while he/she falls asleep after a sweet day of just doing what children do. Watching the young folk play, dance flirt with each other, on their way to school and their return in the various colors of uniforms. Sitting on the beach and just enjoying the sounds of the water, and the orchestra of voices and the many accents you will hear on a beach in Jamaica, seeing the many beautiful bodies of water and the water falls, how when I go in to the hills it makes me remember the books I read as a child about cute little homes and the forests when I visualized what it looked like it the hills of Jamaica is what I saw. So Enchanting.
Hey I really don't want to take over just be a Part of a culture that I am still trying to get to know.
To the Jamaicans of the world I find you are a blessed People because at least you went to a place where you were able to find your niche. At 56 I am still searching for mine. Don't misunderstand I know who I am, and from who I came. But the fact that I prefer this place over others says to me that there is something missing.
The photos by Bruce, made me realize just what it is about this place that I love, The People, the sunsets, the rain, the water, the flowers, I could go on and on, but thank you Bruce, Thank you Nanook for making my snow induced weekend a JOY.
When I first began going to Jamaica it was for the purpose of having a wonderful vacation. It was inexpensive, since we get charter flights, it was a 3 to 4 hour non stop flight, and it was an interesting place, and I was surrounded by people who looked like me, even though most times I did not understand a word coming from their mouth.
Since it was new to me just being in the precense of these Beautiful people, being on the Beaches, sightseeing, shopping, I was beside my self with happiness and awed by the beauty of everything around me.
Well that was 25 years ago. The love has not diminished but The Rose color in my eyes and heart have turned the color of reality, But still Jamaica is the only place, that I am interested in spending my time and money to go to. I have been all over the Caribbean, have never been to The motherland, and sadly will probably never make it to Africa, So forgive me anyone who takes offense at this, but I have adopted Jamaica as my homeland, I have always felt that that is where my ancestors should have been dropped off any way.
A lot is said regarding the arrogant way that Black Americans go to a place and disrespect, people in other cultures, Black females get a rep for the demise of or the wreaking of homes, but for me that is the furthest thing from my mind, sharing space and having a conversation with an elder, like myself who can teach me the history of the place that I love, holding a little one while he/she falls asleep after a sweet day of just doing what children do. Watching the young folk play, dance flirt with each other, on their way to school and their return in the various colors of uniforms. Sitting on the beach and just enjoying the sounds of the water, and the orchestra of voices and the many accents you will hear on a beach in Jamaica, seeing the many beautiful bodies of water and the water falls, how when I go in to the hills it makes me remember the books I read as a child about cute little homes and the forests when I visualized what it looked like it the hills of Jamaica is what I saw. So Enchanting.
Hey I really don't want to take over just be a Part of a culture that I am still trying to get to know.
To the Jamaicans of the world I find you are a blessed People because at least you went to a place where you were able to find your niche. At 56 I am still searching for mine. Don't misunderstand I know who I am, and from who I came. But the fact that I prefer this place over others says to me that there is something missing.
The photos by Bruce, made me realize just what it is about this place that I love, The People, the sunsets, the rain, the water, the flowers, I could go on and on, but thank you Bruce, Thank you Nanook for making my snow induced weekend a JOY.
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