Freddie Rocksteady Rushing, aka Rudeboy, aka Lord Rocksteady was just back from the dockyards where, following a tough day of work computing tallies of various fruits and produce, he and his mates had already had a fight with the a motley assortment of hooligans and street thugs. He eased into the wraught iron chair in the corner of his corrugated tin roofed shanty in the most fashionable part of Trenchtown. He looked around. He had many mouths to feed. He knew he had to leave Kingston and Jamaica behind if ever he was to make a better life for his kin.
He looked on his ever expanding brood of children and his beloved wife and came to the sad realization that he would never be able to perform complex assessments of information architecture frameworks, optimize logical models, be part of complex multi-agency taskforces, or do capability decompositions working as a tallyman here in what had to be the most violent corner of the Caribbean.
He knew his faith in Jah was being put to the test when he received a cable signed by Lord Turnips Townshend the mysterious agrarian from England.
Hey, i-man have gotten a telegram from Lord Turnips. dat English bobo he wants
i-man fe come help de young Stuart mit his tall divisions.
He contemplated the gangs who had tried to extort money from him just today, including:
Hey wife, pack dem bags and get de children fit. i-man are goin' fe england
fe teach lord stuart fe do de tall division. Jah be praised.
Any post with a Jah theme must be righteous! I particularly enjoyed the run-down of the various gangs. I am particularly concerned with the "Dunkerk Boys Massive" - they know better than to wash non-color fast fabrics in hot water - that could get a boy killed!
ReplyDeletePS Sandinista was indeed not too long an album