At 20-something I’ve found that my friends are all over the place. Fresh out of school and rife with indecision; bored (and/or disenchanted) with their first job; stuck in traffic; backpacking through Europe; yelling f-you’s at the now short-circuiting mobile phone that they dropped in the tub while trying to simultaneously text and shower last week; nursing last night’s hangover under their covers while trying to get the gum (let’s hope it’s gum) out of their hair. But what connects some of us is that we are Jamaican, and connects all of us is that we want to feel, on our deathbeds, that our lives had an impact, not soon forgotten. This is your chance to have consequence.
The Project is tentatively christened… My Country My Love: A Labyrinth of Jamaican Journals. Here’s how it goes:
(1) E-mail something!- a thought, a story, a poem, a photo, a piece of art, whatever… seriously feel free to submit any-anything... mycountrymylove@hotmail.com
(2) Mail it to me if you prefer at…
‘(the tentatively titled) My Country My Love: A Labyrinth of Jamaican Journals’
(4) Add your name and location or sign it anonymous if you’d like to remain a mystery
(5) Content once contributed becomes the sole property of G’Tanya Forbes/ ‘(the tentatively titled) My Country My Love: a Labyrinth of Jamaican Journals’ and may be published in a selected collection of works, a part of the proceeds from which will go to a to-be-announced Jamaican n.g.o.
(6) All visitors to and residents/ citizens and/or lovers of
Next time you feel exhausted with your ritual tooth brushing and your bowl of Coco Puffs pick up a pencil, a camera, an embroidery needle, superglue… and reflect on the significance of
Congrats you’ve made it to the end.
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