I believe art is one of the most powerful forms of communication, mobilisation and ultimately, indoctrination. I’ve always been mindful of the influence of music, particularly dancehall music, on the young and impressionable minds of our society. Those who have been following my blog for some time now would know my personal objection to “The Gaza Empire” and most, if not everything it produces. The latest “talent” the Portmore based empire has produced is the now infamous Tommy Lee. Since the incarceration of their god, Kartel, on murder charges the fans of Gaza have consistently repeated the refrain “Free Werl’ Boss”. When it became evident that the wheels of justice would turn desperately slow for the self styled “Werl Boss”, his fans craved a saviour for dancehall, a rebound figure to continue the influence and impact of the Gaza, that task fell to Tommy Lee. His methods have proven even more controversial than those of his boss. Of all the themes available, why choose a demonic one? And is that really “art”?
A relationship should be based on trust. We often hear how important this concept is to a successful relationship. Usually that trust leads you to feel secure enough to discuss anything, explore anything that will allow you to add ‘spice’ to the relationship, and this often includes sending explicit pictures. However, this practice intended to be an intimate act between lovers has been turned into a public spectacle, intended to extort and embarrass Jamaican females. This gave birth to the website JA Girls Exposed. One of my followers on Twitter has found herself “exposed”, pictures she sent to a guy she was dating posted on a website for all the world to see. By all accounts, she is popular on Twitter, a stunning young lady, comfortable with her body and her sexuality. She wants you to hear her side of the story, to tell you about her personal anguish and sense of betrayal. We will call her VC. Here she is, in her own words.
“Do it right!”, the sound of his mother’s voice cut through the thick darkness; “do you know what they do to people like you!?”. Matthew tried to steady himself as he concentrated his mind on maintaining an erection, the erection he would use on her, on his mother. The sessions had become frequent now, she was determined to cure him. At first it was using random girls or women, but Matthew was just never interested. The last encounter ended badly. The girl had laughed. She mocked him. His mother became convinced she was the one who had to do it, she made a monster, she had to cure him. “That’s it, easy does it. Remember you love Mommy. Now, put it in….”
The games of the 30th Olympiad are drawing to a close. It’s safe to say these games have been a parade of legendary performances, from Michael Phelps of the USA to Usain Bolt of Jamaica; we have seen youngsters such as Warren Weir defy all odds and earn medals, while we’ve witnessed spectacular feats of human endurance from women like Shelly Ann Fraser Pryce. After gold in the Women’s 100m, Men’s 100m, a World Record in the Men 4×1, Gold, Silver and Bronze in the Men’s 200m and a Silver in the Women’s 200m – it is entirely appropriate to question whether Jamaican athletes are on drugs. Entirely. Yes, I said it, but you were thinking it. I believe it is dangerous to take an absolute posture and say our athletes are drug free, I maintain it’s possible.