Dear Killa,
Jamaican women and men have been brainwashed by the media that white is right, especially the women. A lot of them are guilty of wanting light or fair-skinned men because they wish to have fair- skinned children. As a result, many of these men have been using products to lighten their skin. I think this is definitely a form of self-hate.
Dear Mrs. Kartel,
Some bwoy a wobble! A try get pretty like dem a super model. Wha dem a try, girlish behavior? Dem bettah call upon de savior!
Yow!..no cream to mi face, mi pants pon mi waist. Bad man tongue no bore. Mi nuh “Evette” or “Grace”. Mi straight from mi eyeglass down to mi shoes lace. Certain man cyaah come pon de base. (Dem) mussey lean ina (dem) head, (dem) couldn’t stable. What a calamity! (Dem) watch too much cable and start follow yuh see. Ina dutty culture dem start wallow yuh see.
Yo! Jamaica, mi a tell yuh, fi de yutes dem mi cry. Yute a wear make-up and all a try beautify. Ghetto yutes start dress up like cutey pie. Dem bleach till dem tun polka dots. If it continue so, mi ago shoot a guy.
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Thursday, 8 December 2011
Friday, 2 December 2011
Follow Fashion…
Dear Killa,
Greetings to you and your crew. I have been reading your column for a few months and I respect your advice that you give to people. I hope you will be able to give my son some advice. I am a single mother and right now one of my son is locked up. I had to struggle to make ends meet when he was growing up but I really tried my best with him. We come from the ghetto area and there are many youths down here claiming to be ‘badmen’. They say they earn their stripes by the amount of ‘duppies’ they make. Some people say it’s the music that they listen to that makes them so vile. Killa, I pray for him daily, but he won’t listen to reason. Please give him some counsel.
Dear Mummy,
Cross, angry, miserable! Poor people uncomfortable. What de hell going on? Jamaica get take over by a lot of sinner. People killing they brothers and they sisters for a dinner. Stupidness! Well, its Bounty killer, poor people’s winner. The Gladiator, the five-star General, the Administrator. Whad up wid those perpetrators? They should stay for later... Level!!
Cross! Rude bwoy deh a jail cause it’s about killing Percy. Mi nuh send (dem) pon nuh work, so nobody (nuh) come curse me. (Yute) go change yuh dutty ways cauw mi a nuh no nursery. Tink about de time and tink about de cemetery.Every now and den yuh prips de corners cause dem hot. Bounty sey “a nuh progressive tinking dat”. Wid de possibility yuh face ina gunshot. Either yuh dead or yuh drop ina infirmary. Yute nowadays nuh have no vision. Dem wyaah rich like de man pon dem television. Look deh, now yuh have man a sey yuh bad and a sey a yuh dem ago flop. (Dem soon haffe go) send fi mama, mek she come clean up dat. Full time yuh stop act like yuh blind. Rather see de problems and de signs a de time. War nevah nice, war evah hot. (But, police) naahve no mercy, (just membah dat).
Me run him head Killa
Dear Killa,
I am a regular reader of your column and I enjoy it. My boyfriend has two babymothers but I don't have any children for him. His babymothers are jealous of me, because I am living with him and I tell him what to give them to support his children. The other girl promised to obeah me so that I would walk up and down and talk to myself. My boyfriend and I are planning to get married next year, 2012. He is building a house and he is sending me to Miami to buy the fixtures. When the house is finished, these girls are going to go crazy. They call me a mule because I don't have children, but I know how to keep this man and I have made up my mind to be a good wife to him. Every day I take care of his meals and his clothes and do whatever he wants me to do.
Dear Fiancé,
Hey yo! Can’t you see, (dem) wanna be, crying to be, dying to be, trying to be… But, they just can’t be (you). Yuh a live yuh life, dem a try survive. Yuh cool like cucumber, just like ice. Every part in yuh body move synchronized. Yuh a di magnet fi mek (yuh) man nature rise. Dem deh gyal deh nuh 100%, man haffe love dem wid oil and one ting dem can sure (of) is just unwanted child. None a dem cyaah cross de line, dem haffe maintain de rules. (Suh mek dem gwaun chat) yuh stronger than dem vial and obeah. Kill dem wid (yuh) ways, yuh have pride and looks. (Yuh) can wash, yuh can clean, yuh can press and cook. (Dem) gyal (deh) a look war just because dem so vile. (Suh) mek dem galang, dem come in like a reptile.
I am a regular reader of your column and I enjoy it. My boyfriend has two babymothers but I don't have any children for him. His babymothers are jealous of me, because I am living with him and I tell him what to give them to support his children. The other girl promised to obeah me so that I would walk up and down and talk to myself. My boyfriend and I are planning to get married next year, 2012. He is building a house and he is sending me to Miami to buy the fixtures. When the house is finished, these girls are going to go crazy. They call me a mule because I don't have children, but I know how to keep this man and I have made up my mind to be a good wife to him. Every day I take care of his meals and his clothes and do whatever he wants me to do.
Dear Fiancé,
Hey yo! Can’t you see, (dem) wanna be, crying to be, dying to be, trying to be… But, they just can’t be (you). Yuh a live yuh life, dem a try survive. Yuh cool like cucumber, just like ice. Every part in yuh body move synchronized. Yuh a di magnet fi mek (yuh) man nature rise. Dem deh gyal deh nuh 100%, man haffe love dem wid oil and one ting dem can sure (of) is just unwanted child. None a dem cyaah cross de line, dem haffe maintain de rules. (Suh mek dem gwaun chat) yuh stronger than dem vial and obeah. Kill dem wid (yuh) ways, yuh have pride and looks. (Yuh) can wash, yuh can clean, yuh can press and cook. (Dem) gyal (deh) a look war just because dem so vile. (Suh) mek dem galang, dem come in like a reptile.
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Mix-up Preacher
Dear Killa,
I
just want people to know about some of the preachers in the churches.
They say they are preaching God's word but I think they are not. I went
to a church recently and listened to the preacher. He talked about
everybody's business except his own. The preacher hardly spent time
talking about Jesus. He was just in mix-up and gossip. He said everybody
wants his money. Doesn't he know the Bible says the fool and his money
will soon depart?
Dear God Pickney,
Before
dem seek God, dem seek de devil. Dat’s why dis world so miserable.
But, de Killa sey, its Jah and not de Devil- him mek dis world be
comfortable. Try know de man wey build de earth and de heaven-him a mek
de sun shine, 7 to 7. I see earthquake and storm wey a dangerous
something. Lightning and Thundah-dat mek yuh frighten. Volcano and Lava
bun yuh out to nutten. Man all a fight his brother to get title- and war
did start wid Cain and Abel. When Cain shoub a knife right in him
brother navel. Now is de time to live as Jah disciple.
Dis
part is to you Pastor Mix-up. Instead a make bridges, you a make more
walls. Is like yuh doan see dat yuh Kingdom mek out of (lies). Is like
yuh and de devil have a album deal. Yuh don’t got no heart? Tell me, how
do you feel? (Jah know) It bun mi feelings. (Dat's why) de Killa have
to stay by de almighty, de protected and shield.
Friday, 18 November 2011
Go-Go Girlfriend: Part Two
Dear Killa,
I have been friends with a go-go dancer for the
last 15 years. She and I were friends from High School and there has always
been an attraction between us. I have tried several times to take things to the
next level and every time she shoot me down. I think she thinks I am too soft
and that I would not be able to handle her. I find her very sexy, especially
when she wears her short shorts. I go to the club where she works several times
a week just to watch her dance. What can
I say to let her see that I can be the type of man that she wants?
T-Pain a yuh dis again?
Cross! Angry!
Dis Gyal
(sound like she) fat ina de right places. Dem type a fat deh, WarLord wyah fi
dwell in. (But yuh sey yuh) offer fi buy and she sey she not selling?
Cross! Gyal! How long yuh fi send on, from den on
and yuh a hype and a gwaun from when on. Siddung pon him cocky like a chair and
heng on. Him wi use him love like a rope and pen har. A who send har and
recommend har and tell har (rude bwoy) ago fren har? Like a needle and thread
dis mend har. Expand de sinting and den yuh extend har.
Go-Go Girlfriend: Part One
Dear Killa,
I hope you can help me with an issue I am having. I am a very nice, gentle and loving man who
takes care of women in every way. Although I have been with many women before,
I have never found any that could really hold my attention. For the past two
years, I have been looking for a real woman and two nights ago, I found her. The
only problem is that she is a go-go dancer and she made it very clear to me
that when it come on to the bedroom business, she don’t play wid man. I am
beginning to wonder if I am in over my head.
Killa, what I want to know is, have you ever been in this situation
before and how did you handle it?
Dear T-Pain,
Wining! Precise and accurate timing. Yow…Scatter! Dem gyal yah mek man heart flatter.
The way dem gal yah a wine is like dem
out fi cause trouble and to how mi feel mi woulda tek all a double. Jus teck in
winey winey Hazel. She just a wine like
har waistline a cable. One hand pon har head and de other one pon har
navel. She put one foot up pon di glass
table, dat's when cold bump full mi body like raisin. De gyal wine and stick, she get wild and kick.
She wine fast, wine slow like when oil a grip. De gyal flash har fingah like it
ketch ina har zip. De gyal wine like she just get Shakira hips.
Ina one instant mi turn from friendly
to foe, when she bend down and touch har toe. Killa tek har from dancehall to
divan. She haffe ‘do as I say’ like mi name Simon. A gyal haffe go dead from mi
bust nylon. She haffe tell de other man dem sey mi a de first in line. A
forward now- not reversing time.
So me tell har… Come wine fi de
general. Flip like dollar coin fi de
general. Yuh a star come shine fi de general. Whole night yuh assigned to de
general. Eligible and prime fi de general. Couldah nevah unkind to de general.
Wine! Wine! Wine fi de general!
Friday, 11 November 2011
Ladies Man
Dear Killa,
I am your number one fan. Recently, my
friends and I got into an argument about you and Beenie. My friends
claimed that Beenie was more of a ‘ladies man’ than you because him cute
and can dance. I told them that dancing isn’t everything and that you
are the better man because you had D’Angel first. Killa, please settle
this.
Dear Fans,
Some
bwoy sey dem a Gallis inna song and nevah see Alice ina har thong! Well,
some bwoy just a sing bout gyal. Dem a nuh gallis, (dem) no know a ting
bout gyal. Gallactic Gallis… me a de king bout gyal. A nuh yesiday
Killa a win bout gyal. A four and five when mi a bring out gyal. Twin
sisters mi buck and haffe win both gyals. Some bwoy nuh know de ‘Dawn’
or de ‘Kim’ bout gyal. A spend dem money and haffe bling out gyal. But,
what a ting eeh?
Gyal
dem see mi face and instant love dem fall in. Some a sey mi ugly but
dem still find mi charming. Mi have a whole heap a gyal but dem nuh find
dat alarming. Some bwoy can only get gyal pon Facebook. But, mi a bwoy a
get gyal from mi barefoot. Some bwoy a get gyal through Blackberry. But, a fi three naseberry me slam Kerry!
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