Wednesday, October 18, 2006
And sometimes you find the right path despite the roadblocks put up in your way.
Losing parents, moving in with distant relatives, running away from home before the age of ten, finding a new family in the embrace of unsavory Dons.
You know what I mean by "Dons", don't you? A Jamaican ting, dat.
And still growing up to be a good man, a kind and Conscious Dread. A man who will sweep out his yard at daybreak, cook up one nice pot of coconut rice and peas, and will have your back in any seetch-yoo-ay-shun, seen?
But you knew that just by looking at his face, no?
Posted by VH McKenzie at 12:01 AM