In 2012, I remember posting an entry which asked you to make your selection, between two riddims for the 2011 Reggae riddim of the year.  Most persons went for the Heart & Soul Riddim over the Monte Carlo Riddim; my true preference was actually the latter.  Yes, both riddims were masterpieces, properly produced and were foundations for signature songs.  However, the songs on the Monte Carlo riddim hit closer to home for me in more ways than one.  In 2014, two years later, I will tell you the true reason for my choice of the Monte Carlo riddim; Jah Cure’s Mother Earth song on said riddim.

 

    ARTISTE:        Jah Cure

              TITLE:              Mother Earth

             RIDDIM:          Monte Carlo

YEAR:                2011

INTRO

Oh nana

Treat her like a mother

Oh yeah

Treat her like a mother

This one dedicated to you mother earth

You are my blessing

CHORUS

Spring summer fall on me

Your winters feel warm to me

It sounds so different the way that it is

Her grass ain’t the same green

I blame this on you and me

Can we treat her like a mother

The mother that she is

The mother that she is

 

VERSE 1

It’s been long overdue now

Here we running out of time

You want to know the truth now

We all standing on a thin line

We should learn how to treat her

Don’t you realize just how much we really need her

So am sorry for the way that we pollute her air

And am sorry for the way that we act like we don’t care

And the water, ain’t no good for drinking

What have we been thinking

Treating her like this

CHORUS

Spring summer fall on me

Your winters feel warm to me

It sounds so different the way that it is

Her grass ain’t the same green

I blame this on you and me

Can we treat her like a mother

The mother that she is

The mother that she is

VERSE 2

Can’t you feel the earth shake now

Sending waves to the sky

On the verge of a breakdown

Can somebody tell me why we destroy what we live in

Why don’t we try to protect what we breathe in

CHORUS

Spring summer fall on me

Your winters feel warm to me

It sounds so different the way that it is

Her grass ain’t the same green

I blame this on you and me

Can we treat her like a mother

The mother that she is

The mother that she is

Whoa, the mother she’s supposed to be

For all of us

Watch the seasons change without no reason

The future of our children

We make their destiny

CHORUS

Spring summer fall on me

Your winters feel warm to me

It sounds so different the way that it is

Her grass ain’t the same green

I blame this on you and me

Can we treat her like a mother

The mother that she is

The mother that she is

Have you started to scratch your heads as yet, wondering what I am talking about? Let me explain!  I have roots and ancestry in both Town (Kingston) and the Country (St. Elizabeth), but if I was asked to choose my preferred location I really wouldn’t because they both shaped me and provided me with experiences I would never ever trade.  However, the form-ative (not an error) years of my life were spent in the country so I guess that’s where I treasure a tad bit more, this entry will tell you why.  Now you are asking what is the damn connection with my upbringing, Jah Cure’s song and the Monte Carlo Riddim; patience grasshoppers and crickets (country reference).  But here it is,  the Monte Carlo Riddim gave rise to Jah Cure’s Mother Earth, which brought me right back to the country the first time I heard it, and to this day it continues to perform that magic.  The song speaks of the total disregard we have for the beauty this earth provides us.   We care nothing for the greenery we see from time to time, the fresh air we smell and the serenity and tranquility some of us welcome when the refreshing breeze caresses our skin.  Growing up in the bush, as it has so uncharacteristically been labeled, provided me with lush green grass and the warmth of the Father’s sunshine; all breathtaking.

The song hit a nerve because I can relate to the disdain Cure is expressing.  You see people discarding rubbish from moving vehicles without thinking twice.  They go so far as to let their garbage be neighbours to an empty garbage bin instead of moving their lazy asses a few more inches and move their soon to be arthritic limbs to put the garbage in the bin.  Such sights have me wondering what kind of world we are living in when people show so little care for beauty.  Then I come to the realization that not everyone knows what it feels like to be seduced by the ice cold river water running across your back while the breeze flirts with the sugarcane and mango tree leaves literally a few metres away.  It just refutes the statement that ignorance is bliss.  When we had water problems we could simply run to the river.  Never mind, when mommy finds out, you will get a proper beating but I will take ten more such beatings any day of the week just to have that chill run up my spine at the mere touch of the cold river water over my graceful big toe.

Currently, there is a water crisis in Jamaica, especially Kingston and its surrounding environs.  I am sure they would kill for a country outing right now.  The situation is so severe that the Minister of Education is facing a ‘taking quite a beating’ because of his ‘lovely’ idea of having parents provide their children with water, not only to drink but to wash hands and possibly flush toilets!!  I never thought I would have heard such insolence but we live and we learn and these politicians are teaching us from quite a syllabus; a story for another entry.  The gist of the matter is, there are certain blessings that the Father will take from us if we continue to behave like morons.  There is beauty around us, natural beauty.  We need to preserve that by any means necessary.   I hear people complain about the lackluster attitude of the sanitation department because they aren’t collecting garbage in a timely manner.  I scoff at that because in the country, the garbage truck comes twice every 15 years, I am no yet thirty so you figure out what that means.  So, while children in the urban areas were refusing to take their garbage out for the truck to collect, I was back in the country trying to talk mommy out of having me bury or burn the rubbish; not because it wasn’t the thing to do, I just didn’t want to!

Looking back on everything, I just smile because I had the opportunity to see real beauty.  Thinking back, I remember my friends commending a female on her beauty by telling her that she is as pretty as money.  Now, if I could go back to that time, we would be telling females that they are as beautiful as the river slithering over the back of rocks on a perfectly sunny day.  Don’t know what that looks like, I will show you.  The video below was recorded when I went home in December last year and was grace once more by such marvelous scenery; beauty at its zenith.

People, let us recognize and try to maintain what little natural beauty we have left because we don’t want to realize such natural beauties only because of their absence!

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