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published: Wednesday | August 6, 2003

Obeah win de war

A Jamaican advice to Britain on how to win the war - not by bombs and guns, submarines or propaganda but by obeah (Jamaican witchcraft)! Hitler's racism was well-known to Jamaicans who can be sensitive about the issue "Him (Hitler) really have a heart fe true, Fe want kill naygaman",...

Koo yah! Tap, tap! But tan!

Dis yah man deh do fe mo'

Him musa teck all o' de King

Fe a bunch o' pappy-show.

Him sey him eena powah, an

Him have a pot o' ile,

An every naygaman him ketch

Gwine go een deh fe bwile.

Him really have a heart fe true

Fe want kill naygaman,

Ef dem so ugly wen dem live

Guess ow dem duppy tan!

De fus black man wat Hitla kill

De war wi haffe dun,

For nayga duppy neida fraid

Fe submarine nar gun.

Po' Englan dah-meck bomb

Atta she noh undastan

Say is ongle lickle obeah

Kean seckle dat-deh man.

Ef dem gi me one airplane

Fe fly ovah Germany,

Yuh hooda see ow war stop brap

An de whole worl' go free.

Me hooden haffe drop bomb

Nor leaflet deh at all,

Jus shillin ile-o'-kill-him-dead

An shillin buck-pon wall.

Den everybody hooda shout

An spread it near an far

Ow battleship an U-boat fail,

But Obeah win de war.

Six Nil

Few sports-loving Kingstonians will care to remember the soccer match between Trinidad and Jamaica in 1947. The latter was no match for the former and score was six nil, with Jamaica "hanging on to the nil".

"Souce" and "Pellow" are two famous Trinidadian dishes.

Six-tree noh good, six-two bad

Six-one wussars still!

Six-four hooda console me heart

But lawd missis, six-nil!

Cho Jamaica too determin,

Tell yuh how dem got strong will!

Trinidad kip awn a-change score

But we heng awn to de nil!

Lawd ha massi, po Jamaica,

As dem go fe kick dem drop,

As dem se a ball dem fall dung

Biff, buff, biddin, buddun, bap.

Wile Trinidad dah-play foot ball,

Dak-kick an pass an gole,

Jamaica dah-play ripe-breadfruit

Dah-drop, an split an roll.

Ef it only was a circus match

Jamaica hooda win,

For dem bwoys can really slip and slide

An teck headers an spin.

But wen it come to football, careful!

How yuh tumble dung!

For is hard fe run an dribble, wid

Yuh belly pon de grung!

Me feel it to me soul-case, for

Me know wha meck dem fall,

Dem bwoy naw pay attention to

Dem duckoonoo an saal.

All dem good banana pot soup

All dem tings fe meck dem strong

Dem cow-foot an flour dumplin,

Dem bulla an serve-me-long.

As yuh look pon Trinidadian

Yuh can se dem don't allow

Not a ting fe come between dem

An dem Souce an dem Pellow.

So Jamaica feed up, for yuh know

'Omuch man yuh wi kill

Ef anada lickle islan

Ever gi oonoo "Six Nil!"

Jamaica Patois

The war brought to Jamaica many refugees from Europe, particularly Gibraltar, and a rehabilitation camp was established at Mona (the present site of the University of the West Indies). Miss Liza, in the quest for status, assimilates some of the speech habits of the foreigners.

Is wha Miss Liza she dah-form,

Dah-gwan like foreigner!

Because her sister husban get

One job up a Mona!

You want hear her cut Spanish, like

She jus come from sea!

So till dem bwoy start fe call her

De dry-lan-refugee!

Toder mornin me go ask her

Wat she tink about de war,

She gi out "Ah tink de war is

Muyee malo me amar".

Me did a-dead fe bus out laugh,

But me tun me y'eye look round',

An as a me one ben deh-deh,

Me dis 'queeze me foot a groun'.

Dis is how she greet me wat day,

"Manana coaraseng,

How is you Granmadre? Ah hope

She keepin muyee beng"

Me go eena her shop, an call

Fe tree gil wut o' saal,

An some oder tings wat come up

To mack-an-tup in all.

Wen she sell me done she say,

"Add dem up sinorita,

For is hard fe intiendeh,

Jamaica diniera!"

Me did know how much it come to,

But me start fe add i' up,

An wen me done me tell her say,

Is jus two bit-an-tup!

De wud never outa me mout'

Before she grab me han

An bawl out pon top o' her voice

Fe tief an policeman!

Is a good ting say de policeman

Was somebody me know,

Leah husban outside darta son

Wha dem call knock-knee Joe.

Wen him ask her how much me owe,

Missis it frighten me,

Fe hear Miss Liza bawl out

"Is shillin an quatty".

So Liza she cant form no more

Pon dis Senorita,

For me know say she undastan'

We Jamaica Patois.

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