Such a lovely post Sharleen.
Here's a poem written by 2Negril (1988).
{I miss Motby and think of her often.}
Negril Is . . . A beautiful smile “Come on, stay for awhile†long walks on the beach good people to reach sit down and drink some tea Letâ€s talk Jah, you and me T-Water, Tree House, Charela and Lido Many good friends -- who do you know? Negril is: sandfleas rice and peas dive from the cliff smoke a large spliff fruit punch, pina colada and rum in coke meet a lady, a man, a madame or a bloke burn on the beach, try to get brown leave your troubles behind and get loose open the clouds for some sky juice do some jammin, play reggae tunes Blue Mountain trip by full moons Negril is: glass bottom boat curried goat, dreadlocks, get rid of your socks. White lady, Rastaman, dance when you feel it, dance when you can yellow, black, red and green, everybody irie, nobody mean Negril is orange juice and banana bread hangover, Oh God, my head!! backgammon, bones and volleyballs take a trip to YS Falls Cherryâ€s massage and aloe rubs cheap hotels and expensive clubs Negril is unique, extremely rare “Itâ€s a natural mystic, flowing through the air†Once you go, you “soon come†back Youâ€ve got serious “Negril Attackâ€. August Prins
go to Rickâ€s and see the sun go down
1988