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I live on an island and I cant swim! Writing about the decline in culture as I see it through hazy, myopic lenses is somewhat weird. I call the kettle black and I am a junk-filled pot. I feel like the accusing voices stick like sweat o the back of my neck and the loudest of all dissenters-the Alvins- screeching nauseatingly in my ear. This is a ‘squeakel’!
As I smoke my last cigarette, I hope I exhale the smoke as thoughts to Jamaicans to think about what two dancehall artistes and hordes of their fans are trying to do. They are going along the lines of PNP/JLP and we will not have it!
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