Ms. Dulcie Sey: "Black Bwoy, White Gal, What a torey!" Ms. Dulcie Sey: Me cum from JA wey fi owa motto hiz outta wan many peple. Dat mean sey, we hall iz mix-up, so we haffi talerate heach odder. I doughn’t tink anyone iz hall caucasion or hall black. Dere hiz hallways a grey harea. Me knoe sey me go a fareign an see sum white people wey look like dem coulda have soum Jamaican inna dem.
Reading With Granny How many people can remember the first time they learned to read? I remember it, as if it were yesterday. In Jamaica, most parents felt that reading was the gateway to achieving your goals and dreams. If you think about it, every subject in school is based on reading and comprehension.
Out of the Frying Pan & into the Fire I viewed a television program that depicted a gentleman reflecting on his young life during the sixties. Inspiringly, I picked up my diary which I maintained since my elementary school days. My former teacher, Mr. Clark (now a National Commerce Bank senior executive and a major sponsor of Jamaica’s National Volleyball Team), taught us the importance of keeping a diary. Plus, he nudged us to write about our daily activities.
Final Journey “I was a pretty young gal wen I was young ” said Aunt Hilda, her voice trailing off as she gazed afar – way back into the distant years. It seemed she was reliving every episode of her life. I remained silent, holding a tuft of her hair in my hand, waiting patiently for her to continue. “You’re still beautiful, Aunt Hilda. Even more so now,” I said, trying to bring her back from her journey into time.
My Trip to Jamaica! For several years I wanted to return home to Jamaica for another visit, but circumstances keep me from doing so, well that day I wished for finally arrived in which I boarded the Boeing 737 jet, in-route to my homeland. I was happy because I was to see my brothers and sisters, whom I have not seen for quite some time and also my schoolmates. Except for a few bumps on the highway in the sky, the flight was okay.
Making Money In The Forex Market “Many of my friends are talking about making lots of money in currency trading. However, I feel a little nervous about it, because I have seen all the advertisements telling us to be careful how we invest our money. Is investing in foreign exchange trading really legal, and why has it become so popular recently?”
Visitors : Memoirs Of An Illegal Alien Part 34 In this month's "Memoirs Of An Illegal Alien" the illegal alien has a visitor from Jamaica. It's his uncle who likes to "party". His excitement of having a visitor will soon turn to disappointment.
Reflections on my School Days I was in the fifth grade at Ewarton Primary School. I was a fifth grader who was very accomplished as he was competitive. Throughout my previous years at the school, I have won a nationwide art contest; skipped a grade, and maintained an ‘A’ average. In the fifth grade, I ranked first in my class. Naturally, during the preparation for the annual ‘Class Challenge Quiz’....
My Granny's Lamentation: Grandparents Aren't Supposed To Outlive Grandchildren There were not too many life events that could have left my Grandmother stricken with grief, however, when my cousin Junior died, not even God could have consoled my Granny adequately. My Grandmother did not have favorites when it came to her grandchildren, but she loved each one with a special love according to their level of mischievousness.
Is Patois Doomed in a Global World? Jamaicans are going to have to learn "global" English if they want to prosper in the world of tomorrow. Yes, I enjoy the beauty of Jamaican patois, when it is used to express gentle thoughts, and I acknowledge the power of Jamaican patois when it is used to express anger or frustration.
Ms. Dulcie Pon De Nile: Ingrid's Weddin Hallo out dere mi wanderful fans! Well, de day as come we me haffi give me one likkle wash belly pickney away to ar intended! Afta ow many month a preparacion de day as com we me , Ms. Dulcimer Peaches Robothom haffi hand fi mi sweet gal pickney to dis dress makin bwoy. Lork a massie!
Gully-bank (Part2) The Old Harbour Road is in a mess. Skipping between traffic I make my way over to the other side; trespass through big-nose Buro’s yard and onto the gully bank which leads to Strebor Avenue. Men are already beneath the shed.
Ah...The memories of JOS I read of the newly opened bus depot in HWT and it brought to mind the buses of my time. When I lived in Jamaica, JOS was the company that provided bus service throughout the corporate area. Jamaica Omnibus Service or Chi Chi bus as they were called, probably due to the sound heard when the doors were being closed. Needless to say, this was before the name "'chi chi" took on a whole other meaning.
Informah : Memoirs Of An Illegal Alien Part 33 In this month's "Memoirs Of An Illegal Alien" the illegal alien is now a "informah" after a close call at his job. He has to decide who he will inform on to management. He also hears from a "friend" who has not been returning his call.
Ms.Dulcie Sey: "De Elderly Ar Sitting Ducks!" Greetings & Salutations mi dear fans! How har all hoff uno doin? Well, me is feelin like a real ole reloux lately, wid de Crismas Halliday and now Heaster a com, mi tiad cyant dunn. Lawd, Ms. Dulcie need fi tek sum tonic fi henergize ar self.
Granny "Gheeta Mittani": You Can't Hide From Your Culture When I was born, my parents told me I came into the world with a red bindi on my forehead. It seemed like a nice tale at the time, however it was not until I was an adult that I truly understood the omen of my birth.
Gully-bank - Part 1 Along the gully bank beautiful concrete homes now replace the1951 Hurricane-Charlie Relief Board-houses. Telephone and hydropower lines run from rooftops to roadside poles and noticeable everywhere are spawning signs of social improvements. This is Homestead, south west St. Catherine, just a mile outside the old capitol, Spanish Town.
Starting Over Again : Memoirs Of An Illegal Alien Part 32 In this month's "Memoirs Of An Illegal Alien" the illegal alien is back in the USA. He tries to navigate through the challenges of being absent for two weeks and rebuilding his life.
Never Too Old For Granny Although, Jamaican Grandmothers are notorious for being involved in their Grandchildrens’ lives beyond the call of duty. My Granny was no exception to the rule, she was always filled with advice and seemed to have a natural ability to decipher what you were feeling or thinking. Whenever I felt ambivalent about confiding in anyone, my Granny was always my choice for a conversationalist because she never judged.
Ms. Dulcie Sey: "A Shine Yeye Gal Is A Trouble To A Man!" Ow hall you decent folks doin out dere in de wonderful world? Well, Ms. Dulcie alright you knoe hexcept fi mi pressha, me is doin fine an dandy. You knoe de ongly reason mi pressha so high is because me an Ms. Bharanggasang go fi dinna hat dis place call…”Hot Stew?….Hot Frying Pan?……Me cyant rememba de name. All de same de mackerel did salt cyant dun. Lawd! Me head start urt me same time.
Reggae Review in 2007 Reggae and dancehall in 2007 national and locally lost steam. The riddim-driven albums by VP Records (USA) and Greensleeves (UK) that drove dancehall hits in past years seem to have come to a stand still this year. Creatively it was more of the same and that made room for the new sound of Tarrus Riley and Da’ville whose hits tunes were not riddim driven.
Ms. Dulcie Sey: Ms. Mattie Dead! A Who Dat? Greetings mi loyal readas! How art thou? Well de criminal dem a hact bad inna Jamaica you see, dem a siphon out de sky juice bag dem from de sky juice man, an if dat nat bad henuff.
