I bet you wouldn’t believe that I am the product of a Rasta man and his rasta dawta (Queen, girlfriend, baby madda, wifey). Yes I’m the offspring of what Christians would call an abomination because Rastas they say don’t believe what they (Christians) believe.

What if I told you that this same Rasta man is the one who taught me what a man should be and do for his family? The man who loved me beyond my flaws but also disciplined me when I stepped out of line.

Ye, he taught me how to nurture my strength but still be woman enough to know when to submit. He is also the same man who said no matter what I do in life I must be the best at it.

Now don’t get me wrong there were moments of butting heads, disobedience and stepping out of line but this man they call an abomination loved me through all that.

Throughout the years I realized that without the tough love, spoilings and all that jazz I would not be who I am today. I also had something a lot of kids don’t have today and that’s a male figure who was very present and very active. That in itself was a blessing that I am forever grateful for.

Today I am able to have profound conversations with my dad and yes he continues to teach not just me but us pearls of wisdom that last a lifetime through. Where would I be today I wonder if Dad was not with me?

Today from across the miles I salute this man just because of how he loves me

Big up Yourself Rasta Man
Ioved you second (inside joke)