It has been said that the language of a people is among the things that define them and elevate them above the animals. Call it what we will, from native tongue to dialect, the true Jamaican individual almost always thinks in patois.
On Wednesday, August 4, 2003, when I was nine years old, my mom took me to a function at Jamaica Pegasus hotel where Miss Lou was being honoured. My mom wanted me to go along with her to see Miss Lou because she grew up in the days of Ring Ding...
