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It was nine o’clock in the morning and I felt like the sun was resting on my forehead. I had just walked out of the town museum and I was now going back up the road, the same one since reaching the center of town. It was getting steeper but I seemed to be the only one who noticed. Around me, people were getting ready. Some were starting wood fires and laying out yams and other vegetable by the calabashes; and some were starting up the jerk grills. Others were hanging up “Jamaica” tee-shirts and laying out red-green-gold souvenirs onto tables. I kept walking up and was greeted along the way. I saw a group of men sitting in the shade, talking and people-watching. There were low-level buildings to each side of the road; some were homes and some were restaurants. You could never see all this from the long drive up the hills.
I kept walking, further up, feeling my back more than my thighs thanks to my Nikon gear. I passed by more grills and piles of unpacked items by stalls along each side of the road. I started eyeballing the pieces of “festival” (cornmeal fried dumplings) that lay neatly on aluminium foil on one grill, looking crisp and hot. I hadn’t had breakfast since we hit the road at 6 a.m. from Negril, and just barely a half cup of coffee. The bumpy roads through the parish of St. Elizabeth and the long way up the hilly interior of this town had drained the little morning energy I had. But before I got a chance to approach one of the grills, [Continued--->] Continue reading
“Don’t care where you come from
As long as you’re a black man
You’re an African
No mind your nationality, You have got the identity of an African
‘Cause if you come Trinidad
And if you come from Nassau
And if you come from Cuba
You’re an African”
~ Peter Tosh, “African“
Sunday, February 27, 2011 ~ Jamaicans flocked from around the island to the town of Belmont, in southern Jamaica, to celebrate the late, great, Peter Tosh. Peter Tosh is considered by many to be as legendary an artist as his fellow Wailers band member Bob Marley, and many even believe that while Tosh received far less recognition for his talent, he was the one who revolutionized reggae and taught Marley all that he knew. Just on the heels of the island-wide Bob Marley birthday bashes in February, this free concert and festival was held at the Peter Tosh Memorial site and hosted by the radio station Irie FM.
It was a day full of Rastafarian vibes, with beautiful African costumes all around (mostly Ethiopian traditional clothes and colors, and some in West African ones). A general spirit and ambience of love and unity. It’s really the root of why I love Jamaica more than any other Caribbean island – because I am reminded of where I come from when I am here, and because it is appreciated. Because this island more than any other, discusses and celebrates its African roots. Jamaicans (those of African ancestry) don’t ignore where they come from; they don’t pretend to have been to Africa either and many can’t afford it, but they wish that one day they could go and see. Many read or educate themselves, somehow. Like the saying goes, you can’t know who you are or where you’re going unless you know where you come from.
So when there’s an African celebration somewhere – I strive to find a way to go and capture it because I, too, am an African. Born and raised. I treasure the advantage and blessing of experiencing and growing in my background and culture. It makes me who I am today. And in a time when many people still don’t know what Africa is like, or where it is, or assume it is a “hell hole” – even in 2011 – I feel like I must share our culture, through my lens. New York Times photographer and author Chester Higgins, Jr., whom I was introduced to by my friend Karen, once advised me to “shoot what makes my heart smile.”
This is one of those things that makes me smile… capturing the spirit of an African.
More images from the Peter Tosh Tribute day will be posted on my Flickr stream.