
Burning Spear
With food prices skyrocketing globally and the Government having ended the subsidy on basic food items that had shielded consumers, especially those at the lowest rungs of the economic ladder, in the earlier part of the year, the agriculture minister has stressed what we all should know.
We have to plant some food, Dr Christopher Tufton says.
To this end, Labour Day 2008 will focus on food planting, largely through a seed distribution project which will be done in schools. Then there are some backyard farming kits, prepared by the Rural Agriculture Development Authority to be given to some households in Spanish Town and Portmore, St Catherine.
This is all well and good, but the powers that be would be well advised to turn to the music makers (like almost everyone else, who needs to reach the Jamaican people in the widest sense) to send their message across. For within all the hype, all the tough talk and the attention to women, there is a thread of agricultural interest.
And we are not talking only about planting marijuana, although there is plenty of that in Jamaican song.
There are the obvious ones, like Mickey Spice and Louie Culture singing that all should "grab yu lass an come", which the Government would be well advised to use. But one that really interests me is way down in one of Sizzla's really big songs, No Time to Gaze, when he says "I till de de dirt den wha mek dem a scorn". This covers not only the man getting into the soil himself, but also the aversion so many have towards farming.
Ghetto yutes hungry
Sizzla - file photos
In fact, Sizzla also has a late '90s song in which he encourages the farmer man to "till e some more, till e soil some more, de ghetto yutes dem hungry, de yutes dem poor".
From an earlier era, in Man In The Hills Burning Spear sings that his father "he's gone way over yonder, working up the cultivation, come een with food Daddy".
And that food was not the money 'food' of now, but produce from the ground.
From "gwaan farmer man, gwaan do yu ting" to Baby Wayne presenting farming as the alternative to 'badness' in Mama ("me gi him a file an' a machete an' tell him fi go farm, but him neva did waan dat, him waan live big, pure gun him waan spin like him a two gun kid"), Jamaican performers have incorporated the agricultural pursuit into music.
And it is not surprising, as many come from homes that were close to the soil, where farming was respected and even revered.
That is the stage we need to get back to.