“A wae-wi-come-from?” That’s the question that everyone wants the answer to. Scientists, historians and evolutionary experts have pondered with this question for centuries. Me! I have no doubt about where I came from, “Mi-is-a proud Yardy”. I moved from Jamaica to London when I was small! I think I can safely say that “I come from Jamaica”, but if you listen to some of the popular reggae music from the seventies and early eighties you will no doubt hear the cries for reputation back to where we come from, Africa. I can’t forget doing the rub-a dub to “Seven Miles of Black Star Liner” by Freddy Locks. Burning Spear would nice up the dancehall with “Do you remember the days of slavery”, all that drum and bass. The horns, the mix, the artistry, all went together to give the rhythm that classic reggae feel that we all love to listen to. Dancehalls all over London were bubbling with the sounds of “Rasta man vibrations”. “Drum and bass”, the selector would rap to the rhythm over the mike, “re…wineee”, as the music was re-plaid from the top. The selector would give the occasional announcement, “dub plate style”. We all danced to the sounds of roots music that always reminded us our African heritage, where we come from. Songs like “I hear the sounds of a Rasta man… yea… Babylon mi wan-fi go…o…home”. The rhythmic bongo drums, the rumbling base lines in that song would leave you mesmerized and intoxicated, or was it the smoky Ganga filled air of those pitch dark dancehalls that we frequented for our weekly dose of entertainment and of course the rub-a-dub had to be on the menu. The ambiance would always repeat itself from the Phebes night club to any one of those late night basement dances that were so popular all over London. These were the clubs that the true “ravers” would go to, no earlier than three in the morning, and emerged early the next morning blinded by the early morning’s light. The rising sun would slowly but steadily light up the streets and allies as you make your way to the bus stop only to be reminded by your pounding headache that you consumed just a little too much special brew last night. But we were always able get a quick snack before going home from one of the many food trucks at various locations all over London.
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