Jamaican/Rastafari word for VITAL, ORGANIC, NATURAL, WHOLESOME… real roots

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Reggae Sundays: Stephen Marley ft Black Thought of the Roots

Didn’t you know that the higher you go, the more you’ll expose if you’re a thorn or a rose. 

Nothing to hide, no pretense, nothing more than what you are. No matter how much of an image or character you try to create for yourself what is real will eventually shine through and trump what you pretend to be. Tread carefully, you might be misled by someone else’s master camouflaging of the things about them that will have a negative effect on your life. They might not even know that they are taking away from you, but their outlook on life is like oil to your water. Respect them, accept them. Does not mean mingle with them, for in the grand scheme of things it takes conscious, reflexive work to be a better person every day and the ones who cannot respect and accept this are often unintentionally parasitic.

Or at least that’s what I’ve learned this past few years.

Humility is strength.  The proof is in the works not in the talk or ‘image’.

Stay woke.




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Black-eye peas stew

Nothing like a nice pot bubbling with black-eye peas. The smart looking bean (though called a pea) is jam packed with protein- they have high amino-acid content and are gluten-free.This little legume is also a great source of fibre, folate, iron and calcium.

I like to cook them down in a simple ital stew. Lots of garlic, pepper and onion, pumpkin, potato and carrot. Then my favourite part- a tuuups of the all-perfect coconut milk a few minutes before removing from heat.

In a quick search online I found that people in the US south make black-eye peas with okra and all across the world they are used in salads.

How do you like your black-eye peas?


Served with traditional Jamaican rice and peas and mashed potatoes.

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Reggae Sundays: Weep Not- Khalilah Rose

Khalilah Rose

Khalilah Rose

Khalilah Rose goes in on food control and food pollution in mainstream food sold to us today and warns people to take control of their health.

“Be conscious of what you put inna yuh mouth, stop and read the label/ cancer is lurking about, so watch what yuh puttin on yuh dinner table.”

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Music Sundays: Liberation- Faya Uman (Reggae artist in South Africa)

“The only place to start is a self evaluation… you reap what you sow and what you are is what you’re meant to be.” – Faya Uman

**Song name “Liberation”, jus label wrong i think

This song is firming up some important lessons I know I must manifest. So many things happen as the days come around to close another year.  Everyone has their own fight to break out of to hopefully end up in a peaceful and comfortable state. I am happy to make it another year and give thanks for what we have achieved. I haven’t forgotten though, I haven’t forgotten how life changes one moment to the next. Nowadays i spend a lot of time thinking about my coworker’s family. She passed on in a terrible taxi crash a bit before Madiba crossed over too. In the blink of an eye they must live without their mother. It’s hard, but yuh haffi have someting in yuh fi keep yuh goin to di best.. towards perfection… with the positives of positive vibes.

“And Jah Jah give me strength so I can learn to change all the things that I can change so I can be a better person”

I figure that I need to live as simply as possible because life will throw some STRONG shit at you anyways so might as well leave the complications for what I can’t control. Keep it on the positive

Song on repeat.


Doula Diaries: My First Birth Experience

Holistic midwifery is something I love ever since I met one of my best friend at St Andrew High School- Kingston, Jamaica in 1999 and got to know her family. Her mother is a well renowned midwife who delivered many babies, my baby and now has started a Natural Birth trend in Jamaica amongst naturalist young women.

The first birth I ever went to was with her in Brooklyn, NY about 5 yrs ago. In fact she’s been at every birth I’ve attended 🙂 At this first one she asked me if I wanted to come along and be her “doula”. You know I’m taking on this new experience right?!

The Rastafarian family who welcomed us into their apartment already had children and so the patient Mama was (surprisingly to me) relaxed waiting for her new baby. As the doula, I made sure Mama had something to drink when she needed, I gave her support when she wanted to hold on, sway or moan through a contraction. I also remember massaging her lower back and my most vivid memory of that birth is sitting in the kitchen reading with the younger children while their sibling was being birthed in a room close by. The event was surrounded by love. When the door opened and they saw their little brother it all left an imprint on my life forever too.

Even though I did not see when the baby emerged I recognized a birth for the intimate experience it was and how it could be as pleasant as possible to the expanding family. A doula is there to make sure all the comforts are there. I’m ready to take on this task.