When Did Jamaica Become The Woman Beating Capitol of The World?

Story time again peoples. Draw close to the screen. Pssssssstttt, over here!

So yeh, roll out to a dance, looking well bashy, car well shine up, feeling well nice and we just there, me and couple bredrins just gwaan easy in the fake line. (Why do clubs start fake lines to charge people a bag ah money to get in?)

Anyway…

So we in the fake line and we just start up a conversation with this hot B behind us. Pure smile up, ’cause you know them love the accent round these parts, this of course based on strict scientific research.

Pure baby love argument, etc and all of a sudden she pop the standard line of argument…

Girlie: I love your accent! Where are you guys from?

Me: Where you want me to be from darlin?

Girlie: *giggle giggle, smile up smile up!*

Me: Come from Jamaica baby!

Girlie: Oh I hear about yall! My friend had a Jamaican boyfriend and he use to abuse her!

Screeeeeeeeecccccccch, the Jamaican flirtmobile come to a major halt.

Then the ediat cashier start chime in…

Cashier: Yeah, I had a friend, her boyfriend was from Jamaica and he use to always control her. Who you talking to? Where you going? What you doing? Why you farting? (Something to that effect!)

Before this gyal free up the line she getting into big man discussion. Some serious bruk vibes, but we were able to sweet up the hot girl once we got into the club and music start beat and drinks start flow. She love off Jamaicans after two juice still.

But what I really want to know is when Jamaican men become the icon for the Wife Beaters International?

Yeh you have the random box up a gyal like Chara and Oneka, which of course is sad.

However … them things was not a regular thing when I was growing up and you still rarely hear ’bout them tings.

If you do, you hear the whole community hold the man and beat him ’til him cry for the police to come save him. (If he survive the beating!)

Same sort of community beating was reserved for the occasional rapist, petty tief and child molester as well.

Anyway…

If I’m going to continue flirting with hot girls on the road, I can’t bother deal with this negative stigma. Sure I wear my Black, Green and Gold mesh marina like the best of them and can deal with the weed stereotype, where’s you dreads, having 50 jobs, etc.

But wife beating rasta? … That is a straight locked legs, lock shop ting … No Soup for You!

Whoever started such a viscous rumor should be shot, sight on scene.

Sure I raise my voice and beat up my chest every now and again…

“Ey gyal, mi seh stew chicken ah wah dis?”

But, boxing up and wife beating was never on the menu to dish out still.

So I wanted to know from you the public, have I been living under a rock? or … Is this Jamaican Wife Beating International thing a prevalent thing, ’cause I don’t remember getting an invitation in the mail.

What’s your take?

- Delroy Hibberts