BRETHREN, I KNOW you were once a boy, now you are a man, and yes I know it's sometimes hard to be a man. (If we are honest we would also accept that it seems definitely harder to be a woman). But let me now ask you a question: You brave enough to allow yourself to be human? When last you tried to be human?
In other words, Mr. Big Man, when last you fall in love, or stand up in a "rubadub", or settle in a rhythm like porridge in a mug? When last you give someone a hug, or do something nice for the woman you love, or pour out your emotions like water from a jug?
Brethren, when last you tickle a baby? Or open a door for a lady? Or do something crazy like ... When last you giggle, for no reason at all, and give thanks for your blessings no matter how small? When last you play with some children, in ways that can't hurt them, or laugh at your problems? When last you face your mirror wearing nothing but a smile? When last you stop and do nothing, even for a short while? When last you build a bridge instead a try bruck a wall? When last you foot remind you that you not too big to fall?
When last you express a need, or daydream or read, do something for fun and not for the urge to succeed?
When last bad vibes get killed because you feel fulfilled by doing something simple like wearing a smile, or something sacred like pausing a while, to help an old lady cross the street? When last you get bruised or cut, but not from a fight or a love bite, just from doing something basic like slicing carrot or scrubbing a corner of the bathroom floor?
Mr. Man, when last you give more, when everybody expect less? And if you stumble and transgress you just humble and confess, instead of beat chest, muscle up face and defend it?
Sir, when last you give an old friend a quick hello call? When last you heart remind you that you not a brick wall?
Brethren, when last you walk round a target when you know you could hit it? When last you nervous or frighten and actually admit it? When last you stop, buy a gift and it wasn't a special day? When last you apologise for something? When last you pray? When last you prepare you family a complete meal, and tell somebody, anybody, how you truly feel?
Big man, when last you share, instead of declare 'bout too old to learn or too young to die? And oh one last question. When last you cry?
N.B.: Follow-up to last week's 'No Natty Pon Wi Frontline':
Many readers expressed agreement with the view that it's hypocritical of tourist-industry players to use Rasta to flavour the lure for foreigners then try to prevent foreigners from seeing dreadlocked Rastafarians as workers. Especially when it means denying a bright young man the chance to do a job for which he is qualified. Well perseverance paid off.
The Ras got a job with a prominent supplier of sportswear where the management was more interested in employing somebody based on skills and qualification, than on discriminating against someone's religious expression. Respect due to them! In terms of employment and professional attire, the Ras no longer needs Sandals. He's now looking elegant in Western Sports wear.
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