…days are passing by so fast this week. It seems only yesterday that I wrote something about the weekend…I am going to end this week with one quote and a song lyric ….
“We are the people of the islands and the islands are of us, indivisible, a single whole. The islands are embodied in our songs and our dances and in our total way of life. If we look after the islands they will look after us.
For the island does not say. Do not walk on me.
The yam does not say. Do not roast me.
The fish does not say. Do not catch me.
The water does no say. Do not drink me.
The coconut tree does not say. Do not use me. But they all say. Do not spoil me.”
Francis Bugotu (1937-1992)
Former Ambassador of the Solomon Islands to the United Nations
This is very true and incredible quote from one of Solomon Islands prominent leader. I dont actually know when he said this but I accidenlty discovered this quote and it stuck with me for a long time until I have to print it and paste it on my wall…and its still there…for hope…the islands are of us…means so much…can I hear an Amen…Amen!
Okay this guy might come out a good two years ago and shook the music scene, especially reggae music, but his lyric still rang true in my ear…believe it or not I also discovered this guy accidently too. I was babysitting in a house in Honiara lucky enough to own sky satellite TV that accsses MTV and this guy burst out about Youths in a very catchy reggae skank with riff guitar .. the first thing is that he had on this beard and cap that indicated his from the Jewish religion…which is nothing wrong..but then, man! listening to him rhyme ragga like he is Jamaican born is another thing…yep..its Matisyahu..so any ways here is one of his song lyric that caught me from the beginning and I still have it playing through my head whenever I see some of the issues facing youths today…
Some of them come now
Some of them running
Some of them looking for fun
Some of them looking for a way out of confusion
Some of them don’t know where to be
Some of them don’t know where to go
Some of them trust their instincts
That somethings missing from the show
Some don’t fit society
Their insides are crying low
Some of them teachers squashed the flame
‘fore it had a chance to grow
Some of them embers still glow
Them charcoal hushed and low
Some of them come with hunger supressed
Not fed them feel the death blow, yo
Youth By Matisyahu from The King without A Crown Album…and excellent album by the way.
ok with this I officially sign of this week and hope for better things tomorrow and many many more days to come…