Ahh yes, Saturday, a great day to sit in the shade and watch the small fishing boats go by. A great day to just relax and watch the children playing cricket, splashing clear ocean water as they run. A great day to feel the hot sun that seeps through the leaves of the tree. Watch the fisherman put a fresh coat of bright coloured paint on his boat, his pride and joy. Watch his young son mend the fishing nets, preparing form the day when they can go out again. Watch the Rastamen walk by their black locks glistening in the sun. The lingering scent of ganja, the melody of they lingo. Ahhh yes, it is Saturday afternoon, beach time, do nothing, just watch the world go by.
Up there where the air smells like the coffee plant, where the trees shimmer blue against the midday sun, where parrots can be heard carrying on a conversation. where the voices of the farm workers can be heard as they harvest the coffee beans. Where when it rains the rich soil sticks to your feet as you trod through the underbrush. Where rainbows hang so low you feel like you can reach out and catch them when they fall. Where the air is so crisp and clean it shocks your body at first breath. Where birds sing a melody as peaceful as a Marley song. And when the night fall, you can hear the echo of Rasta drums bouncing off the rolling hill tops. So you sit there quietly consuming the Blue Mountain magic.
Ahhhh yues sing dat me bredrin, we need some love and peace.
Jane have tried everything. Talked to the police, some of Ian’s friends, now she is becoming frustrated. How will she fid him. She is in a strange country, beautiful, friendly, but there is thast dark side, the side that she how have to enter. Will she find Ian, or will she find herself prisoner to the other world,
Gwan boi telldem sey
Ahhh a revolution, hmmmm, now Ian has to deal with a new situation. Will this be what will change his mind about his culture or will he remain, unbelieving. Come back Sunday to see.