There’s a timeless simplicity to the pull of home. And though, for me, there won’t ever be as strong a pull as that of Nigeria, there remain certain places in the world where I feel right at home, to the point of being pulled to go back again and again (This was my second time in JA, but certainly not my last).
“Jamaica Land We Love” is the National Anthem title, but I had to personalise it here as I’m speaking for myself and found myself really falling in love with the land; from the people, to the food, the history and the all-round good vibes. This might possibly be due to the striking similarities between Jamaica and Nigeria, which many people from either side often try to deny, but I determine that we’re all cut from the same cloth. The truth is the more I travel, the more I realise we are all the same, world over. We strive for the same things and go about getting it in very similar ways and I think that’s part of the beauty of humanity. Nevertheless, the parallels between Jamaica and Nigeria are noteworthy, from the showmanship, the patriotism, the love for partying, and respect and even similarities in our dishes like Isi-Ewu and Mannish Water and various other soups, but I digress.
I believe the people you travel with are just as important, if not even more important, as where you’re going and I could not have
been with a better group of friends, both old and new, and I thank them for their hospitality (even though they tried to corrupt me – but that’s a story for another day :0).
Although we were regaled with a storm for about two days in the early part of our trip, we made the most of it, but naturally found ourselves fervently praying for good weather on the day we were to spend on a private island – thankfully the “God of Jonah” came through for us (lol), and it turned out to be one of my favourite days of the trip.
Another highlight for me was hiking up Blue Mountain, visiting Rasta village and conversing with their priest, which was a very illuminating experience and a stark reminder of the importance of studying to show yourself approved unto God.
After my exploits through Ocho Rios, Kingston, Mo Bay (briefly) and Negril, it was time to return to London, and having a phone conversation with my dad he chose to serenade me with the famous Jamaican farewell song by farewell song by Harry Belafonte, so I leave you with this. Till next time peace, love and ripe plantain x