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’
P.O. Box 275
Kingston 9
Jamaica W.I.
(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 Jamaica can supply.
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 Jamaica on you and you on Jamaica.
Congrats you’ve made it to the end. I look forward to hearing from you soon.
I’m a girl from a little island called Jamaica. I think books are sexy and work to amass as many of them as possible. I enjoy chocolate soy milk, cupcakes, Pixy Stix, and jelly beans and have therefore formed a close bond with my toothbrush. I fancy cartoons and still miss ThunderCats. I have perpetually experimented with pencil, ink, crayons and clippings and recorded random musings on scraps of paper and the margins of school books; the result of my right brain’s heart-to-hearts with my left, writings, music and art of those before me and life itself. I am suspicious of religious television, Hello Kitty toasters, race walking and people who don’t eat vegetables. I am fascinated by the “About Me” section of blog sites for reasons 2-fold. (1) It encourages information, otherwise kept private, to tumble from our keyboards like a ripe slot machine and (2) because we always assume the information to be true despite the real possibility that Buxom Betty is really Pervy Peter. I find it even more fascinating that in the face of apprehensions, just stated, I’ve filled this section out. (Trumpets sound) Holy moment of awareness, Batman!
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