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seph-seljansaidThe name Jah Seph is, like many terms within the jamaican patois dialect "Iyaric", a game out of letters and wordsounds. Iyaric is sometimes also referred to as Wordsound — a name derived from the Rastafari principle of "Word, Sound and Power", which several scholars have compared to West African concepts regarding a power or essence being encapsulated within the pronounced sound of a name or word. A strong memory that would return every now and then his mind would attend to such subjects, was the one of a young blonde from Washington. She was just a tourist, graduated from college with a Ph.D. in psychology, enjoying some jamaican sun and finding him to be the proper beach boy to flirt at. He had attended the needs of a beautiful woman, shown her jamaica, first from the side, any tourist is longing to see: The beaches, the foods, the dancehall parties, the interracial fantasies.. a full tour. And after he would start showing her, what lies beyond those pictures from the travel agencies catalogue: The ghetto's, the poverty, the sufferation, the street children, the gang turfs, break her joyous spirits for good. And only then, he would take her up into the hills, into the bush, where Jah people congregate, play the drum and smoke the chalice at a Nyabhingi Session, show her the regained culture they were preserving in the bush, from getting destroyed by the babylonian ruling system. It was then when she told him: "You know, i feel so guilty, because 'we' took away so much from you people. I grew up having everything I need, money in the bank for college, a car when i was sixteen. That just makes me uncomfortable in the presence of black people." ... Now, several years later, he would face what it really meant, to live inside this overpriviledged society, as somebody who does not belong to those, supposed to benefit from it. It was a struggle of different classes and layers of people, a Rat Race in a concrete jungle, and it wasn't even so much about his colour, he felt now. It was more that in the struggle to overpower one another, everything became significant for value, class. All these were things that caused complete misunderstandings like the one that had him locked up in a cell, downstairs the basement of the HPD... ((to be continued, only managing the intro today)) |
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