Jamaica, land of my birth | Letters

THE EDITOR, Madam:

Of all the places on earth, I’m so thankful that Jamaica is my homeland. Just knowing this empowers me and fills me with self-esteem.

You can’t blame me if I’m tempted to brag, but the colors that make up the Jamaican flag – black, green and gold – make it the most beautiful of all the countries.

Our diverse cultures, merging as if surgically fused together – food, music, dance and sports – have bruised the egos of many first world countries.

Among so many others, we are nevertheless one: it is this model of unity that means that half of our battles have already been won. We have a rich history of speaking out against unfair treatment and serious wrongs, like Michael Manley with eloquent speeches and Bob Marley with reggae songs.

Yes, how could I forget our native exotic food; like a magic potion, it alters our mood. Nothing compares to our male water and goat curry, and our chicken back and ackee in the summer when we used to boat. Not to mention the ramshackle mackerel and blue drawers, and the boiled pepper crab with its succulent white flesh hidden in the claws.

Christmas wouldn’t be the same without rum cake and crimson sorrel. Let’s not forget the love sent from abroad wrapped in gifts and shipped in many barrels.

Jamaica is famous for its beautiful women and charming men and for having the most churches per capita. Not to mention dances like the Kumina, Quadrille, Brukins, Dinki-mini and Maypole – traditionally performed at festival time by young and old.

Ultimately, Jamaica is an island of pure pleasure.

The hospitality of our people, our beautiful beaches and the warm Caribbean sun make our island the number one destination.

Let us proudly sing our national anthem with a unified voice.

WAYNE JOHNS

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