I’ve been poeting in schools recently. A common corridor conversation has run like this:
Pupil: Cool hair sir!
Me: Thank you, I grew it myself
Pupil: Ooh, you think I could do mine like that sir?
Me: Well, you could do…
Pupil: How long does it take you to get it like that sir?
Me: It did take a few years…
Pupil: Can I touch your hair sir?
Pupil: Are you from Jamaica sir?
Me: No, but my dad’s from Barbados.
Me: Barbados? Where Rihanna’s from…
Pupil: Aw, wow, do you know Rihanna sir!?
I don’t know Rihanna.
I do know and have been blessed to link with several other Bajan artists who do not receive Rhi Rhi’s international acclaim however. One of the foremost griots, Adrian Green breaks down why “if you’s an artist that really really keep it real, you set yourself up to fail” in his epic poetic ‘Hard Ears’ which in nine minutes does more to enlighten on the state of contemporary Bajan culture and society than nine years, nine albums, nine lives of catchy polished “jam and wine” ever could:
Props due to Rihanna (and latterly Cover Drive) for putting Barbados on the map for the few culturally-deprived pupils in Rotherham, Doncaster, Sheffield I encountered – yet there is of course a whole cohobblopot of enriching nutrition Continue reading