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Stabroek News

Matriarch of Jamaican culture
published: Saturday | July 29, 2006


Mai'khi C'Nia, Contributor

Cry not for Miss Lou, O Jamdown, for she journeys to the great beyond to labrish with a company of Jamdown icons of her era, and they shall illuminate Zion with a tremendous welcome shindig on her arrival. And Eric, the true love of her life, shall be there to greet her and there in his bosom she shall repose for eternity.

Be ye not choked up and mourn not for this daughter of the rock, for she lived a full life, true to her rural influences and dedicated to preserving all that art authentic of things Jamdown. Yea, she was the voice of thy grassroots, a swashbuckling vocal warrior who presented her purpose and viewpoint with unbridled bravado and exceptional satire. Yea, her media were varied and she was equally adept at captivating her audience whether in print or on stage, whether on the air or on television. Verily I say to ye, she was the Matriarch of Jamdown culture, and especially the "Ring-Ding" generation largely owes their strong sense of national conviction to her dialect-defined rhetoric.

Shed thy tears

But shed thy tears instead for thyself and thy household who art quick on the rock this day. For thy existence continues to be under siege by the foolhardiness of 'ticians, and governance is truly now likened unto a millstone around thy neck which is inflicting cruel and unusual punishment upon thee and sustaining thy days of utter despair and confusion.

Dearly beloved, these are the days when thy premiere hath become cocky and consider herself invincible that she wouldst wish to go to the polls at a time when her administration is proving to be insensitive and uncouth in wage negotiations with essential government employees who art key to social stability, and when a firestorm over the Sandals Whitehouse cost over-runs threatens to incinerate the UDC and kick soot in the face of her cabinet, when the residents of Portmore art yet to be assuaged, and residue of the cement crisis is still on the ground. Verily, I say to ye, Miss Lou's Auntie Roachie would have proffered some terse reactions to these things.

Yea, such art the challenges facing the nurse during her first one-hundred days on the job, and 'tis in such environment that she hath developed a bout of political egotism and an itch for her own mandate, when what is required of her is a calm hand on the wheel steering the nation through these rough waters, with the greater good of the people being her sole concern this day.

Censure motion

And at the other end of the political tomfoolery, the Labourites brought a pointless censure motion to the House against Phillip the exuberant, knowing full well that it would be shot down by the comrades' numerical advantage. Did it serve any other purpose than to give them the opportunity for verbal posturing ahead of their grand tour across the rock?

Hear O Jamdown, in celebrating the life of one such as Miss Lou thou shalt maintain thy sanity. Therefore cast thine eyes upon the likes of Dr. Barbara, may she soldier on at the Jamdown Pantomime and on the hotline, and may the son of Tracy continue to put a funny spin on sports issues.

Lend them thy attention for such as they art the stewards of thy peaceful state-of-mind and they shall continue to build on the foundation laid by Miss Lou and others of her ilk, and they shall bring the sunshine that brighten thy hearts and deliver thee from the storm clouds of depression that constantly threaten to overshadow thy consciousness. Selah.

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