Gunman In She Hole; She Like Dat

I did not sleep last night. My lack of sleep had nothing to do with the viral infection I am currently battling. Instead, thanks to my neighours who have been playing outrageous music from 2019 I did not get to sleep. Not much has changed in the New Year 2020 regarding the night noise which is seriously impacting and disturbing my sleep and that of my parents. I am having a headache as I put pen to paper. My headaches have become more frequent, so too my strange sleeping pattern. I have had to modify my sleeping patterns, so too my parents. Sadly, we now live in an era where the rights of law-abiding citizens are secondary to the rights of those who are bent on having fun and enjoyment at any cause. Nothing of course is wrong with having fun, especially for those of us who work hard during the work week. However, it cannot be that every Friday night, the promoters of night noise are allowed to play lewd and vulgar lyrics until the wee hours of the morning. The music was turned off at 2:57 am. Today is January 4, 2020, just four days into the New Year; however, the same old issues continue to plague us as a nation. The indiscipline of some of our people knows no bounds. I really do not know how we are going to manage to live out this year with this nuisance directly in front of our home. I did not go to sleep until after 3:30 am. Is this fair? What about my right to sleep? What about my parents’ right to enjoy their home which they have worked so hard to achieve? What about law and order? What about decency? What about respect for the elders? I guess I should be realistic instead of speaking in an Utopian language. This is Jamaica; this is reality I am experiencing. Those who make public policies do not live in the areas which are mostly impacted by same. They are often shielded by the privilege of being public officials; they are politically and economically connected. Those public officials live in the nice suburbs, where no one disturbs their peace and ear waves. Isn’t life unfair? Jamaica continues to have a high crime rate with over 1,300 recorded murders in 2019? The word recorded is emphasized since we all know that the murder rate is much higher than the police statistics. I was able to write down some lyrics from being held hostage last night into this morning. The horror began at 10 am. “Up inna di belly”, Hot fuck, Hot fuck”, “Tun Backway”, “Bruk it dun”, “Cock it up pon di dumpa truck, set good like ice inna freeza”, “Fat pussy gyal”, “Stiff cocky inna yuh hole”, “Down inna yuh throat, stop yuh noise mek mi cum inna yuh throat”, “Underneath me clean like a whistle”, “Gunman inna she hole, she like dat”, She no wear no underwear”, “Stab out di belly and done”, “Fuck inna di dark when light gone”, “Whine pon di cocky gyal siddun pon it”, “Manage it, every gyal who can fuck tek a seat pon di cocky”,  These were some of the more decent lyrics I heard.  Who is going to bell the cat? We have a popular dancehall culture which supports violence against women and no one seems to care. The same popular dancehall culture supports the pervasive gun culture which is now threatening to destroy the fabric of the Jamaican society. However, we continue to turn a blind eye, some even call it cultural expression. Seriously!  We cannot continue along this destructive path. We need to move away from the gunman in she hole culture and develop a culture which respects everyone. There will be a special place in hell for those who continue to torment and hold hostage law-abiding citizens with this nasty type of music. Stay tuned.
Wayne Campbell is an educator and social commentator with an interest in development policies as they affect culture and or gender issues.
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