“What we know is that my father is an English guy. Now me know me mother never saw my father more than two or three times, you know what I mean? But don’t really miss him ’cause I never know him. But me mother know that, if God never want me to come ’pon earth, then them couldn’t carry a guy away from England. Now this guy go to war, him was a soldier in the English Army. Don’t know when he was a fight—maybe he was one a dem a-kill all the people in Africa. He was a captain. So him leave from the wars and come a Jamaica. And come to St. Ann’s, come see my mother, and breed her, and then me come. But me come as Rasta.
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