A good time was had

On Spring Garden on Sunday a man came up to me and said “de juckah, man!”

by Adonijah

For those who don’t already know the unnecessarily mysterious placings of the “other five” at the calypso finals on Friday, here they are — sixth, Chrystal Cummins-Beckles; seventh, Smokey Burke; eighth, Adonijah; ninth, Blood and tenth, The Announcer.

Why on Earth it was seen as the thing to do to create more intrigue than already existed I just don’t know. The only thing that was achieved by that decision, conveyed very abruptly by MC Mac Fingall, was the creation of a lot of talk as to why things were done in this way. Frankly, the only thing that makes sense to me is that it was realised that the placings would cause an uproar, as they have, so it was considered safest to leave people guessing. I count that as an insult to the audience who enjoyed a show the highlight of which is the announcement of placings.

That is the only comment I’m going to make on the finals, which was really more of a show, at the gymnasium last Friday. It is at times like this that walking the tightrope between being a journalist and being a competing artiste is most difficult. Jah knows there are so many things I’d like to say, with justification, but I don’t think it is fair or right to use my access to the media to comment on my competitors. Although I’d really like to say that… No, Ado, yuh can’ do dat!

I enjoyed myself to the max and will freely admit that I chewed up some words at the end of the last verse of Bottle. It would be nice if the others who did the same, of whom there are quite a few, did the same. Still, I had a blast, fuh real. Everything worked the way it was supposed to, well about 99 per cent, so I can’t complain.

Once I would have responded to some truly ignorant comments I have seen in the media but it’s not worth it these days. Sometimes you just have to let people wallow in their ignorance.

Obviously, as a competitor I didn’t see the others on stage but I recorded the show and have had a great time viewing the performances, or most of them. Some performances were absolutely outstanding, even if the results did not reflect that.

Lemme tell wunnah someting, doh. Don’ expect to see me on stage every year pelting waist, hear? As I told you already, the song called for it so I had to give it. I was on Spring Garden on Sunday and a man came up to me and said “de juckah, man!” Now yuh see dat foolishness? Stop dat right now! My wines are private again, OK?

But seriously, thanks to all those who, on FB or when they have been seeing me, have expressed their appreciation of my songs this year and have urged me in the strongest way not to quit. I want to say a special thanks to Romeo, who called me on Saturday morning and inspired me by telling me: “My brother, don’t ever let them make you doubt yourself.” Thanks, Romey.

I know that there are some, to be frank the powers-that-be, who do not like the stories I bring to the people. As I think I have told you here already, way back in 1982 when I sang two hard-core Rastafari philosophy kaisos titled They Go Feel It and Hotline to Jah, a highly-placed official in Tom Adams’ Government told a friend of mine that they “had to watch Adonijah”.

That year Gabby sang Jack and the official said: “We don’t mind Gabby (who was then a Dem; wait, wuh he is now?). We know where he is coming from. But Adonijah, he is too anti-systemic; he is against the whole system and we watching that.” They have been watching ever since and I know that.

However, as I also wrote on FB, nuhbody en gine run me! I gine be in dey ear like a godhorse every year, as long as I have health and strength. Str8! As Short Shirt sang: “Tell dem I say, I was born in dis land, I gine die in dis land, nuhbody gine run me from wey me come from!”

I started in this thing because I thought there were things that the people need to see clearly, connections that are often deliberately concealed, and to show my people their might and power through their rich heritage. It was never about wanting to be a star or being obsessed with winning the crown. Don’ get tie up; I expect that if I deserve it, I should win it and I definitely won’t refuse it.

But it’s never been about that. If it had been, I would have quit for ever after 1985 when I was the victim of robbery with violence at the National Stadium. No, people, it has always been about you and as long as I have a song to sing which will make life in some way more enjoyable or more understandable, I’ll be there, Jah willing.

Count on it.

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