Jamaica-the small Axe: pt 1

Why boasteth thyself, oh evil men,
Playing smart and not being clever?
I say you’re working iniquity to achieve vanity, yeah,
But the goodness of JAH JAH endureth forever.

If you are the big tree,
We are the small axe.
Sharpened to cut you down,
Ready to cut you down.

These are the words of my master.
Keep on telling me
No weak heart shall prosper,
Oh, no they can’t.

And whosoever diggeth a pit, Lord,
Shall fall in it, shall fall in it.
Whosoever diggeth a pit shall bury in it,
Shall bury in it.

If you are the big tree,
We are the small axe
Sharpened to cut you down,
Ready to cut you down.

And whosoever diggeth a pit shall fall in it, fall in it.
Whosoever diggeth a pit shall bury in it, shall bury in it.

If you have a big tree,
We have a small axe
Ready to cut you down,
Sharpened to cut you down.

If you are the big tree,
we are the small axe
Ready to cut you down,
Sharpened to cut you down.

Today I saw on a local news ticker that the artist formerly known as Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Jr., aka snoop dog has declared himself born again. Suffice to say I was confused, that a disciple of satanic worshiper, Dr. Dre is becoming a Christian? Of course that was my first and admitted only conclusion. The ticker was followed by a news flash repeating the headline but also stating that he, Snoop Dog, was changing his name to Snoop Lion and will be releasing a Reggae Album soon.  Aaaah! The influence of Ganja is a serious ting yuh know! This is obviously a promotional ploy, but then if Willie Nelson can venture into the reggae music business, cutting arguably the worst reggae album ever, I can’t see snoop topping (bottoming?) that.

Even as I was preparing a series of stuff commemorating the 50 year anniversary of the little Island that could, this is one of the many stories reminding me of the impact that an Island of only 4,244 sq miles (10,991 km²), has on the planet, both positive and in some places… negative. I see constantly figures indicating that Jamaica’s population being 2.5 million, but yet emigrate 2.5 people across the globe. What? For every people leaving we replace them? Mmm, that’s why those foreign women, mampies and all go down to Jamaica to get the hook up…if you know what I mean. It’s the virility of not only the men, but the people. For it’s not just foreign women looking to get native sex from the men. Foreign men are looking to get some Jamaican pussy as well, and in a new twist, homosexuals of all stripes have been and still are going down there to go down there. Later in the series I will touch on that interesting topic.

But let’s talk about the virility of the Jamaican people. According to some definition Virility is: 1. The quality or state of being virile; manly character.
2. Masculine vigor; potency.

To go further, Vigor is explained as:

1. Physical or mental strength, energy, or force.
2. The capacity for natural growth and survival, as of plants or animals.
3. Strong feeling; enthusiasm or intensity.
4. Legal effectiveness or validity.

Therefore based on the two definitions, the energy we exhibit as Jamaican, that is those not in denial of their god gifted self, is not just a masculine thing, but a universal thing, the energy of strong and forceful people with a yen for survival.  For every five non Jamaican that embrace the vigor of the Jamaican people, there are at least that much who fear, hate and are intimidated by that same energy. As a youth emigrating to the ice box of the “Great White North”, one of the things I and my peers had to quickly acclimatize ourselves to, besides the god awful cold and knee deep snow (the shit looked great on tel lie vision), the lack of recognizable tonality and rhythm in speech and hell music, was the violence of roving gangs of cowards in supped up camaro’s and Ford challengers. On some nights, mostly on Friday and Saturday nights, if you and a small group of friends, are walking on the street, you would hear a rebel yell, followed by a revved up car engine and screeching tires, followed by a beer bottle as a missile aimed at your head, or worse being surrounded by red necks, swooping down on you for a beat down. The rednecks cared not if you were a child or a female, young or old; it was good old boy fun. During that time many of the Islanders and Canadian born knee grows would ostracize us, because we were too loud, played our music too loud, didn’t adapt to the Canadian mode of speaking, was too aggressive and quick to be confrontational. Later as my contemporaries, yes the youth brought up here sometimes against our will by well meaning family members; decide that retribution was a god gifted characteristic, many of these same Islanders, not so much the Canadian born, would hide behind us as we proceeded to civilize Montreal and especially Toronto. I could regale you with tales of how Toronto was civilized, but rest assured that one African Jamaican with a knife in hand was more than a match for a cowardly Caucasian, even with his boys in tow. Imagine if it was a matched group of African Jamaican against his Caucasian counterpart. Real soon, the politicians and po lice, who often looked the other way or even, partake of physical abusing us (the police) started to call for harmony and crime bills to stop youth violence. Of course it was aimed at us, but in the end there were no more roving gangs of Caucasian cowards looking to lynch a nigger off the streets of Toronto. This was left up to the official gangs…the Po lice.

Unfortunately some of my contemporaries later went on to the pull of the street life, drugs, pimping, extending violence to a 9-5 job. Some have died on the streets, in prison or are waiting to die after a life of excess. I remember a Bajan elder, a stallworth in the African Liberation struggle in Toronto, paying me and in essence my fellow islanders the ultimate compliment, by thanking me and us, for doing what we did to make Toronto safe for everybody else. As a veteran of the Brutish “teddy boys” reign of fear in Jolly old England, he was an eye witness to how the Caribbean people in that country stood up and laid out suckers, lead by a large group of Jamaicans. And he was again eye witness to the same in Toronto.


7 thoughts on “Jamaica-the small Axe: pt 1

  1. Great post Sn!!! An older cousin has told me too many Jamaicans cuss the island where we have come from and she asks them: “What makes you looks straight in eyes of White men where others look away?” “What made you stand up to and overcome the barriers of racism where others wilted?” It was the strength of our ancestors from what is now Ghana, the Congo, Igboland, etc. that gave those of us whose families were domiciled in Jamaica our backbone. To quote Asantehene Prempeh II in his speech to Amy Ashwood (as cited in Tony Martin’s “Amy Ashwood” p.219 – 220) confirming her ancestral connection to the Ashanti:

    “You must not on any consideration think that you are the descendant of slaves. You as well as many others in America and the West Indies are not. If you are, then not only many of the present day Ashantis but even some of us National Rulers are also slaves; for I remember one of my ancestors was captured in one of our wars and sold at a market in Sefwi and later resold to an Adansi farmer

    I think you Africans in the New World should be proud, for many of your ancestors were forced into slavery because of their patriotism and bravery in fighting in one or other of their country’s wars and were unfortunately made captives. Captivity where wars are concerned is nothing new. We read of it in the Bible, in British history, in French history, in German history and infact in the history of every country. Be proud, Mrs.Garvey, and so should every West Indian and American African. We are greatly honoured with your prescence here in Kumasi and I am sure a grand reception awaits you in Juaben, your native State.”

    Unfortunately, many Jamaicans (including many in my own family) have rejected their African-based traditions and customs as unsophisticated and superstitious and thus have fallen prey to the more negative aspects of European behavior.
    Our renewal as an African people will only occur if we adopt a true Sankofa mentality embodied within Ma’at and put it into practice.
    Shm Htp.


    1. Ashe! Most definately brother. Ashe! Indulge me if you will. First I have stopped attaching the term slaves and slavery next to our Hella caust. I have replaced it with enslaved and more recently prisoners of war. beacuse we indeed were prisoners of Imperial and colonial invasions from the Brutish and other empires from Europe. Second. If our family don’t embrace who they are, there is nothing you or I can do. We got to do we. until we over stand the intricacies and psychological imprint of “White Supremacy” and how it effectively conditoned us to worship a decrepit,Johnny come lately Anti-god society and Philosophy, then we will be constantly battling up hill trying to over come “Racism”. There are many nations in Africa that are willing to embrace us in the diasporia…if we reach out to them. But we must first cleans our souls of Christianity, Islam, Liberalism, Europeanism and anything that requiers us to accept the European worldview. Keep visiting brother, there is still more in this series.



      1. I too brother use the term enslaved, (1) because we were captives and it places the dastardly act on the enslavers, and (2) One can be enslaved but not be a slave as the “slave mentality” is a mindset. King Tacky wasn’t a slave though he was enslaved, but Colin Powell is one even though he is purportedly free. I enjoy your blog and I am glad you are back to writing full time. I am going to read your article to my children (with a few edits of course 🙂 ) on this 50th anniversary of Jamaican “Independence.”



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