It took I man deep to write this journal. I have been over come by the blessing of the Jah, I did not know how to start. Words cannot explain, the picture say it all. I had many beautiful picture to choose from, this picture stuck a cord in I man heart. Deep down.
The week start off with I man returning into the studio with young drummer Howard Smith and Breezy. Here come Bootsy Collins and Bernie Worrell. Words cannot explain the great vibes these two brothers brought into the Magic shop Studio. We all made Magic in Magic shop Studio. Respect my brothers, I can still hear the Base of Bootsy in I man heart and the mellow sound of Bernie keyboard in I man head. I was ready for Kenya.
Fighting a little cold I did not care, I man just wanted to go home. I took a group of Young lions this time with I man. And we all became the Lions in Jah Kingdom.
Much love and respect to Bertus and Sakakasi Trust and Rudy and his beautiful wife for making I man vision come true. To all the staff of Windsor Hotel. We had two beautiful tours guide that gentle guide us through our journey around Kenya. Stay strong my daughters. The care and love that Sarakasi Trust and their staff put into making I man dream come true is simply amazing. To I man big brother that protect I man with his gentle ways, and kind heart, One Love.
I man wanted to be loved for who I am and I found that love among the people of Kenya. Being in Kenya was like I was home. I often ask myself where has the roots music gone and I now found the answer. It's on the soil of Africa. What our youths in Jamaica and America are running away from the young man and woman of Kenya are embracing. They walk for four hour just to behold the Africa teacher. These young Lion and Lioness are not afraid of the roots and culture. They know this way of I and I is the right way. By washing I man foot, and removing the shoe, and replace it with the slipper. I know I was home what an honor this was for I Burning Spear to chant with the Rastaman of Kenya. I wanted to sing all the songs I know my people wanted to hear. I never wanted to leave the stage, it was like one big family gathering. I was sad I could not keep playing until in the morning. The spirit of Jomo Kenyatta fills the stage.
I say to all the young people of Kenya: Humble your self my little one, humble yourself. Don’t sellout. Keep your roots and culture. I know at times the road is foggy, it's foggy for I man too. We are they that have to endure great tribulation upon great tribulation. Your cry is the African Teacher cry. They are happy to use us and then refuse us. They always say Trust me I can get the job done. Trust only Jah the Creator. He is the only one that can get the job done. And fulfill the desire of your young hearts as he has fulfill the desire of the Old Rastaman heart. Don’t let anyone use fear to control you. Believe in Yourself.
One Love Keep the Spear Burning until we meet again.
Peace.
