Is an erect penis the only valid and enduring symbol of Jamaican masculinity? I ask because what was hitherto the stuff of local folklore is now increasingly becoming actual news.
People (largely men, I presume) have been hunting and consuming crocodiles, mongooses, deer, and whatever other exotic and endangered animal that flits about the place because legend has it that the meat contains the capacity to induce coital resurrection. In other words, the meat from a scrawny rodent or an elusive reptile will supposedly turn the man into a roaring lion.
Have we got to the point where the Jamaican male is so disenfranchised, so marginalised, so inept that his only redeeming quality is his sexual prowess?
I'll resist the urge to remark about the less exotic flesh these men refuse to taste, the proper consumption of which would bring actual benefit to their relationships. What I am more curious about is the importance of libido to masculine identity in Jamaica.
The symbol of the phallus as giver of life has been prominent in African culture for millennia. For example, the obelisks of Kemet are among the most memorable of these symbols, and they have transcended culture to take prominence in important places like Washington, DC.
From all indications, this symbology is also very prominent in our minds as Jamaican males, and evidently it is central to our identities.
The Jamaican male, it would seem, has the key of life at his waist: he giveth, and he taketh away. With that said, is the Jamaican male actually disenfranchised, marginalised, and inept? Or is he just not interested in the mundanity of trivial things like raising well-adjusted children or seeking an honest job?
Wielding the power to produce and to cease life must consume his every waking moment, leaving him too exhausted to do anything else.
When all the mongooses, crocodiles, and unicorns have been hunted to extinction, what will the Jamaican male do to supplement his seemingly delicate libido? How will the nation manage the disequilibrium when his life/death stewardship is out of kilter?