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To be ‘Farrin Minded’ (having the desire to migrate permanently) has been embedded in the Jamaican culture, for as long as I have known it, and by the time most Jamaicans are in the first grade of primary schools, they possess an overbearing burning desire to live in a foreign country.

And although ‘foreign’ is correctly defined as all other countries outside of one’s homeland, ‘farrin’, when mentioned by Jamaicans often refers to the United States of America, Canada and the United Kingdom, respectively. All other countries are seen, by Jamaicans, as ‘second-grade farrin’.

This burning desire to migrate spawns from Jamaica’s longstanding history of having an unstable economy, which in turn results in most of the country’s inhabitants being poverty stricken and desperate for a way out.

Of the desired three countries, the United States of America is closest in distance to Jamaica and possesses a thriving economy, which promises an abundance of opportunities.

And for this reason, the U.S. has been the number one desired foreign destination for migrating Jamaicans, resulting in hundreds of thousands of Jamaicans becoming permanent residents and naturalized citizens of the United States. Among the Jamaican expats in the US, there are thousands of illegal immigrants too, who either entered the United States illegally and or overstayed their prescribed time on short-term visas.

Despite their legal or illegal presence in the United States, Jamaicans are there to stay, with most having no desire of ever living in Jamaica again.

But along with making the United States of America their new home, it has been transparent that most Jamaicans in the United States of America suffer from Stockholm Syndrome.

“Stockholm Syndrome” refers to a psychological phenomenon of a relationship, when victims adore, praise or sympathize with their persecutor.

Jamaicans are naturally boastful people and any level of gravitation towards a perceived betterment is usually used as a reason to show-off, so, living in the United States of America is not only seen as a better chance for livelihood, by them, but it is also seen as having a bragging right over Jamaicans deemed stuck on their native island.


Thus, even though after moving to the United States of America, most Jamaicans are affected by culture shocks before becoming victims of societal prejudices, it is being preferred by Jamaicans living in the United States of America to accept, turn a blind eye or sugar-coat their realities.

© Ian T. Sebàs 2019

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Seeing Souls

I am blind to features
I hear and feel, but never see
God’s creatures
My sight sees a black hole
Flickering lights, representing souls
Powered to be pure
Worthy to explore
Close your eyes
Rid all whys
See no more
Blindness is a cure.

© Ian T. Sebàs 2019
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5 Minutes With Robin
Today, a Robin landed on my leg
Looked at me by tilting its head
I thought it was brave
In the manner it behaved

With no fear
It just sat and stared
As if it already knew my reaction
That I’d only smile with satisfaction

Then I became curious
Of how many people this little Robin trust
I wanted to ask, but never uttered a word
Afraid that my voice might scare the friendly bird

We sat together, no questions, no chirps
Thinking to myself, “Well, this is a first!”
Was it the colours I wore or my perfume’s scent?
It looked and it shook, then off it went.

© Ian T. Sebàs 2019
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HTM
Birth: An emerge from unconsciousness into a state named Life.
Life: Colourful activities of an abstract existence occurring every day.
Day: A duration of sunlight or brightness intercepted by night.
Night: A darkness indicating a complete rotation of Earth.
Earth: Home of all living things until death.
Death: A resumption of unconsciousness.

Again, as we wake to the noises of life and its never-ending chaos, we embrace today without choice; this is life, a fated existence beyond our control, journeyed with speculations and vain pursuance of ideals, religions, politics and wealth, harnessed by trained emotions of prejudice and endless -isms while being staggered by love.

And so, Earth’s natural murmurs are drowned out by our activities, gradually, we grew deaf to its tune and blind to its revolving order, as crucial information subsides.

Still, there is hope. Earth is big, and we occupy only a small part of it.

Explore outside the confines of man-made societies, trek to the mountains and inhale, swim in rivers, lakes and seas; exhale. Discover other creatures in their natural habitat. Say nothing, and you will hear the natural melodies of Earth, apply patience and you will hear the message.

© Ian T. Sebas 2019
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We went to One Eighty Beach Club to spend the afternoon of our tenth anniversary on September 26, 2018. We were running late and sent an email explaining so, which was replied to, almost immediately, assuring us not to worry and by the time we arrived, checking in was smooth in respect to our reservation.

The reception area was welcoming, and both the checking-in staff and the cart driver were professional and friendly.

Unfortunately, we were unable to book the VIP area for our special day. Despite the website only allowing intended patrons to reserve a date and time, and not a chosen section, we were told that the VIP area was all booked up for the month of September.

Apart from that, the beach club is almost as accurately beautiful and relaxing as it is advertised. The grounds are kept extremely clean, but the waiters can be a little overwhelming, which may put a slight discomfort in the air; it is as if they are directed to force patrons to exhaust their spending limits as fast as possible. Before having a chance to be situated on the sunbed, they were consistently checking if we wanted something to eat or drink, and eventually after making our first order, they were still asking us if they could bring us another drink etc.

This may be their way of making you feel not wanting for anything, but it could also create some discomfort. In addition to your spending amount, there are taxes, which almost guarantee you paying out extra cash on top of your initial payment.

The changing room versus the toilets are still unclear; despite being directed to the changing room twice, in two different directions, we ended up in a toilet both times, so there’s still no certainty if there are changing rooms separate from the toilets or if they are both the same.

The atmosphere is very relaxing with great soundtracks being played in the background and the view of the ocean is just breathtakingly beautiful and priceless.

The pool is ok, but the edge area of the pool could be seen as overrated. The water was cloudy, therefore, to physically see what was underneath the glass wasn’t easy, but wear and tear of sills which held the glass were transparent and took away a lot from our great expectation.

The food was great, the beers we had were cold and the coconuts were refreshing.

We met one of the workers there, whose name was Swastika, and sparked a conversation based upon his name. He was equally friendly, with a great sense of humor, while being the most welcoming and warm host any beach club could have.

We would definitely return to the One Eighty Edge beach club for its vibe, its view, its food and drinks, and yeah, to chit-chat again with Swastika; overall, we had a great day.

© Ian T. Sebàs 2018