Jamaican Till I Die!

While sitting in my sister’s living room watching the Television, a friend of my sisters came by to visit. She seemed somewhat upset and the reason why, was made clear very early in the conversation as she declared … “The worst thing I have ever done, was to move back to Jamaica with my husband. If I knew it was going to end up like this, I would have stayed the hell in Canada!”. I sat there thinking, OK this must be either Crime or Bureaucracy, two of the main reasons why Returning Residence regret packing up their Milo boxes and move back to Jamaica. But I was wrong, there is a third reason why a mature woman would regret moving back to Jamaica. It seemed this very lovely lady became a Jamaican statistics, like most women her age. The YF and G Epidemic She was traded in for a newer younger model. It did not take long for her Husband to be re-infected with the deadly YF and G virus which is a mutated strain of the Zombie Virus. In Jamaica this virus is spreading like wildfire ...

When I am here When I am here , nothing else seems to matter, nothing else seems important when I am sitting here in this chair. When I am here , My stress is over there, somewhere, anywhere but here. Beyond the horizon, in a land far, far away, just stories on the evening news.  When I am here in the mornings, all I need is a nice cup of Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee, while watching the sunrise over the horizon. Listening to the sound of the sea, watching the gentle rippling motion of the waves as it slowly makes its way towards the white sandy shores. Enjoying nature as I watched birds eat a ripe mango that had fallen to the ground. When I am here , at midday after lunch, there is nothing like a cold Red Stripe beer while sitting here, ...yes here, right here, in this chair and When I am here, in the evenings, there is nothing like a glass of Appleton Estate 21 Year Old Rum served neat while watching the magical Caribbean Sunset. Feeling the cool tropical...