sub mi guh ah yard

[Wahalla]

Fi guh bury mi bredrin........Caesar.....

Dem mek mi as one ah den pallbearers......
Along wid two medical dacta, one uwi professa, two parmasist one wid a PhD, and ah local biznizman farms engineer.... I naw lie mi realise dat mi was in such exalted intellectual company....half wey dung den aile.....ah was humbled....

n mi had fi GI den las tribute....afta one dacta, one PhD pharmacist and a forma pardna at PWC.....den

Dis did mean sey it was den fus time ah athestist was axed fi guh begin pulpit at dat local church!!!!!!

Mi bredrin Ceasar.... Started even furda dung den I deh ladda af socioeconomic dis advantage....

Mi bredrin fulfil I'm stated ambition f.....fi build im ideal house next tuh im granmada .....

[Wahalla]

my tribute...


I have to correct the last speaker.. Pablo would never compare his sister to Florence Nightingale but to Mary Seacole…

I am emotional.

Friends, Jamaicans, countrymen listen to me...we have come to bury Pablo, and I have come to praise him!!!!!

It is now almost traditional to say on these occasions, that we are here to celebrate the life....And not to feel sad...I can endorse the former proposal while strenuously object to the latter.. That was a quote from Pablo....

Paul was many things to many people...Parent, partner, Professor, farmer Pharmacist, philosopher, to me he was a friend....a friend who shared with me his constant evolving narrative... even as we grew older and less wise.... we could still share still talk..still reconnect...we could still communicate honestly....

To his daughters, sisters, grand children I understand ur hurt ...hurt till it is raw....

And I share ur hurt....

...I can offer to u Time......what I was told by a wise man Pablo when i was in a similar emotional state......we hurt because we care....

if hurt is a directive of the loss of a person we care about..hurt is in proportion tothe loss we feel something Paul would say. To put it into the language of maths...the deeper the hurt it is the more we cared of the person.....


Time won't cure the hurt but it will assuage the rawness and allow us to continue and we will live with it as time dilutes the rawness... A scientific allegory one Pablo would make.......

we will relive the memories and it is in those moments when the thought so of our friend, our pharmacist,our parent,the philosopher,the councsolor..
He will exist....

Some historical context of Pablo he was born on the 98th anniversary of His name sakes Paul Bogle visit to Morant Bay..and his insurrection began....something I never tired of reminding him....and when I pointed that out the first time he would slap his chest like Bolt crossing the finish line nd exclaim " mi black like Bogle" some dogs strated barking and we ran like Quarrie........

.he is being interned on then anniversary of 9^th of September Knowing Pablo
He would get the irony...and the numerology....


We met sorry ...we became acquainted 38 years, 11 months, 26 days ago..about 200 m up the road by the old tinking toe tree... and we began walking the three miles to the junction of this road to triad to lowland...

I met him before and did have a cconfrontation over mangos with him ...


over the years we walked a great deal...others nwho mademthe walk with usnarem in this church, Charmaine, Readibug, the Charming Charmaine and Althea Mullings .

...during these walk cwe talked a great deal, argued a great deal, fought once...

Not long walks to freedom, just long walks to education.....



We talked of all things young men talk about...ambitions, dreams, philosophy, careers religion,school work, history, sex, politics. copied each other notes..taught each other 9 or 1 2 different subjects......so he got to know me and like the Perverbial darkness as I stared into his soul he stared into mine...



I will miss his sense of social responsibility.....
i will miss His sense that as individuals we are primarily responsible for our own actions....
.and we should never ever rationalise or justify our failures what we do with the action of others.....

I will miss his certainty that education is a get way to social advancement

I will miss his idea that education is the only egalitarian social force....

I will miss him and I am unapologetic of this emotive state...

As we talked and talked over a 7 year period

I learnt his taste in music,
I learnt political philosophy,
He told me his mpral code...
, his love for his grandmother,
His love for his siblings
..the fact he missed his desceased mother
I learnt the essence of whom he wwas,
I saw early the template the template of who he would become!!!!!...
I knewnhim so well even decades later I knew his position on questions of moral uncertainty

i got the better of the deal.....as I have none of the above to share with him.., and he was friend....with the implications that that condition held

In my opinion it is fitting that we met here to bury and to sing praise poems to this

This parent
This philosher,
This this pharmasist....
this prince.
This man.


Those of u who knew the Pablo should pay tribute to this instution...He owed a great deal to this church, this this tabanacle to the nazarene...his involvement here began in Ernest in 77... It changed him frommoulded him only significantly but less that the influence of his grandmother...these twin forces . paid significantly into the evolution of his character...

I am not speaking in generalities but in specifics to a particular moment..it changed him into a more socially aware, morally centered, less a self absorbed.

It changed him from the youth who released peany wallies in church to an active participant in its fellowship and its social message ..I leave its spiritual impact on him to wiser men than me...

I will miss the fact I no longer have a man I can trust to make social investments... To be as equally honest with me as I was with him.....

It is good to see the wife of one of our teachers in the congregation.. I always thought Pablo modeled himself on Staggy…

I reiterating that I hurt... but as a group we hurt we share this hurt....

So we few we lucky few... We who are at this moment, in this place we are brothers and sisters share in memory to Pablo....

U know before he slipped this mortal coil about a month ago.. we discussed some Shakespeare..yes like on the long walks .and when he promised me that if when he entered the undiscovered country from which no traveler doth return: he promised to come and tell me if there was anthing else out there. If there was a god or an after life.. I must say he hasnt come yet...

To end I will paraphrase the book that gave him some of his moral center....and something we did...


Thy beauty oh Jamaica is slain upon the high places,
How are the mighty fallen?
Tell it in spaulding
Publish it malvern....


I will said goodbye as we did in the evenings near by the old tinking toe tree



adios amigo.....
Hasta Manana

[Xavier]

Sorry for your loss...sounds like you meant a lot if you were asked to do a Eulogy

[Wahalla]

now dem duh tributes then eulogy.....

[Peasie]

Nice tribute Wahalla

when is time fi mi buried, beg unno noh tek up unno wataz an come a mi finneral.

[RichD]

nice tribute.

I trying to put a face to Paul. Drawing a blank.

[Wahalla]

Dat was wha im luk like...just tek out deh facial hair an grey!

So if u nuh memba im u cyam memba mi !

[RichD]

Dat was wha im luk like...just tek out deh facial hair an grey!

So if u nuh memba im u cyam memba mi !

it look so fah true.