Happy New Year Wish
My Happy New Year wish for you
Is for your best year yet,
A year where life is peaceful,
And what you want, you get.
A year in which you cherish
The past year’s memories,
And live your life each new day,
Full of bright expectancies.
I wish for you a holiday
With happiness galore;
And when it’s done, I wish you
Happy New Year, and many more.

By Joanna Fuchs

Wishing you all the best for the New Year also requesting your continued prayers and support

FIRST TING FIRST DI PEOPLE DEM WAA CONFIRM DI PROMOTER FI MI DEH KAW DI PEOPLE DEM SEH BIG TINGS DEH A STREET SEH DI LADY PEOPLE DEM WELL UPSET AND BAY TINGS!

PAULIESHA RANGE DI PEOPLE DEM SEH DEM PUT OUT A WAANING FI U CAREFUL NEXT MONTH OOOOOOO

PEOPLE MEMBA 2009 MI DID SEH ONEY NEVA GET HIM FITTING……..FOOT AND A BAY WIDE WALKING? HAYYYYYYYY LAWD WOIE DEM SEH ONEY PACK UP AND GONE A CANADA OOO…WID RAPUNZEL…………..AND A BIG BELLY.. BWAAY A DOE KNOW BECAUSE DEM NEVA SEH RAPUNZEL DID DEH WID SOME OUTA DI CREW? ONEY WIFE HAR DOE…………FILE DOESN’T MATTER A LIKE IT..

DI PEOPLE DEM WHEY A PUT OUT SCOTTY BRITISH FLYER MI WAA ASK UNNO WHICH PART A SCOTTY BRITISH A GUH DEH DEH BECAUSE DI MAN SEH HIM STOP KEEP PARTY SO WHO KEEPING PARTY FI SCOTTY?

PEOPLE DI PEOPLE DEM FROM DUNG A YAWD SEH! PONY HYPE DEH A JAMAICA AND HIM NAH GI NO STRAIGHT STORY AS TO WHY HIM DEH DEH ..FURDAH MORE HIM DID HAVE TWO SET A TINGS AND BECAUSE HIM DID A USE DI TWO SET A TINGS AND BUS A TIE UP …MI MEAN OF METAL KIND…HIM BUS DI KNOT AND NOW DAT TING AH SORT WHEY HIM HAFFI GUH JAMAICA GUH PICK UP..DI PEOPLE DEM SEH DEM DOE KNOW DI STORY SUH ALL WHO KNOW DUS RUN IN WID IT

HERE IS PONY

PAN DI GROUPIE UPDATE WILL BE UPDATED MORE, LATER….ANYBODY SI BOBIESHA LATELY? NO MAN DI PEOPLE DEM SEH DEM SI BOBIESHA AND SHE DOE EVEN LOOK LIKE HARSELF…….BOBIESHA MAWGA DUNG REALLY BAD DEM NUH KNOW IF A FRET SHE A FRET BECAUSE DI VISA TEK WHEY BUT DI WHOLE A VILA VISA SLIP WHEY BECAUSE WHO NUH OVERSTAY DOE HAVE A JAY HOO BEE.

BOBBETTE WHO IS BOBIESHA SISTER HAFFI A COME UP COME DO BUYING AND SELLING, KAW IT LOOK LIKE SHAVAR NAH DASH IT OUT AND ALL DAT MI WAA CONFIRM UP BECAUSE IF SHAVAR NAH SPEND A MUS DAS WHY NIKI VEX WID VENAL FI A MINE JAVANA…WHAT A GYAL FI TRY HOLD ON PAN PEOPLE MAN!

FOWL DI PEOPLE DEM SEH YUH STILL A BEAT DUNG DI LIQUOR AND YUH HAVE HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE AND NAH TEK DI PILL DEM BUT YUH A SIP UP DI LIQUOR AND AL WHEN DOCTOR ASK YUH IF YUH A TEK IT YUH A SEH NO LIKE IT FUNNY…LEAVE DI LIQUOR AND GO TEK YUH PILL DEM…………WHAT A WAY MERCEDES COME BACK HEE ? FROM YUH GUH PUT UP LENA PICTURE PAN FLYER AND SHE BEX BECAUSE YUH SEH A PROMOTION MERCEDES GI JAMAICA ONE PIECE AH SWING SHE REALLY DUS A COME BACK AND TAMIKA HAFFI TEK A BACK SEAT……………BUT MI NUH KNOW HOW SHE A KUM DUNG AND DI PEOPLE DEM SEH SHE MARRIED …DEN LENA SHE NOW ITCH UP A ENGLAND AFTER FOWL PUT HAR OUT A MANOR PARK AFTAH HIM TUMBLE DUNG A ATI AND REACH BACK A TOWN BUT MI NUH KNOW WHEN AND IF SHE COME BACK A JA WHICH PART SHE A GUH STAY BECAUSE DEM SEH SHE DID OWE FI BILL AND BILLS AND ALL KINDS OF BILLS SUH FOWL SEH OUT OUT AND HIM RUN GONE LIVE UP DEH.

*CAN SMADDY TELL MI WHEY GARY AND NAGE DEH? SHERLOCK ALL WHITE NO NAGE NOR GARY A WHEY DEM DEH??*

Message Body:
Hey Met,

Mi deh pon Usain Instagram a look who him a follow and then I came across this girl name Kimberly Ware. Now mi nuh know if mi confuse but Kimberly Ware pronounce different from Lubica Slovak. Anyway, when mi look pon har instagram nuh she dat gone JA to Usain and dem deh pon dinner date and him drop har airport and a pose fi pics. Mi know ppl ago seh ppl free fi deh wid who dem want but man him a mek di ting look a way.

Wayne Lots Williams
26 minutes ago via mobile
Am at Mizzt Tannieka having Sunday dinner di food clam upConnie Marie weh yuh deh mi fren bare pic ah tek and nuff food come mi fren…cla clam

Wayne Lots Williams
8 minutes ago via mobile

Eat mi food mi belly full mi all ah sleep an ah dream bout more food Mizzt Tannieka bed high and nice cla clam

Mizzt Tannieka Wayne cum outttttta me bed! Paris and Deydey oonuh cum get Wayne out my bed lol

Dem seh ziggy dont want shona thays both of them in the pic ppl seh him breed her 7 times but she have 9 kids n him sleep out almost every night with multiple of woman him all bring him we o mm as n to shona house n she suppose to be his wife he treats het like garbage she bawl ova him day n night

No, I’m not Bounty Killer
Published: Monday | December 31, 2012 1 Comment

Bounty Killer

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By Robert Lalah

Believe it or not, I’m actually not Bounty Killer. I know what you’re
thinking – the resemblance is uncanny. Truth is though, that famously
cantankerous, sometimes awkwardly verbose dancehall artiste and I are
different people entirely.

Curiously enough, a few months ago, not everyone seemed convinced
about this. It all started with what I thought at the time was a
simple, misdialled phone call. It was close to three in the morning
and Halle Berry was on the cusp of giving in to my persistent
advances, when I was jolted from blissful sleep by my ringing
cellphone. Furious over the interruption and trying hard to retain the
mental image, I grabbed the phone and answered.

“Hello!” I barked, still groggy.

All I could hear was loud music. I called out again. “Who that?”
Nothing. I took the phone from my ear and looked at the calling
number. I didn’t recognise it. I gave it one more try. “Hello!”

A gruff voice crackled on the other end. “Rodney! Wah gwan mi don?”

“Who?” I queried, getting increasingly annoyed.

“Killa, mi will shout yuh back. Mi caan hear. Too much noise!”

With that, the person hung up. Fully angry but still only half awake,
I went back to bed, after putting the phone on the silent setting, of
course.

Later when I got up, I looked at the phone, and saw that there had
been eight missed calls from the same number while I slept. In the
light of day the situation was less vexing, so I laughed it off and
joked with friends that someone appeared to have called me when they
meant to call Bounty Killer. I wondered out loud if any attractive
groupies might soon make the same mistake.

The events of the ensuing days though, were not so funny. It seemed
that somehow my number started being passed around as the best way to
reach the DJ and so I started fielding calls from all manner of
would-be hangers-on, yes men and gold-digging Jezebels. You will
pardon the crass references, I hope. It’s just that it was all a lot
to bear. A fellow could go nuts from having to convince others over
and over that he’s not who they think he is, then feel the palpable
let-down they experience when they finally believe you. It does
nothing for the ego, I can tell you that.

Thankfully, that episode appears to have come to an end. I certainly
spent enough time explaining to people I didn’t know that I wasn’t
just some lackey trying to keep them from ‘di boss’ and that they
actually had dialled the wrong number. I tell you though, I learned
something from that whole affair. Being a high-level dancehall artiste
is not easy. There were times I didn’t feel like answering the phone
and would let it go to voicemail. Some of those messages, well, I
can’t repeat here. Needless to say, there are a lot of people seeking
to be best friends with the self-proclaimed ‘Warlord’ and are willing
to bend over backwards, so to speak, to please him.

Respect is due

I’ve always had a lot of respect for Bounty Killer. I might not always
like the music he releases but, just like so many others of my
generation, I’ve also loved a lot of his work. His rise from poverty
is also a fascinating story of success that should not be downplayed.

My short, mistaken stint in his shoes however, made me realise that I
would never want to be like him. Constantly having people throw
themselves at you, telling you how great you are, how foolish your
detractors must be, begging you for things, offering to do things for
you, sounds like great fun. But it gets old really quickly, I’m sure.
How do you ever know who to trust? Can you tell who among the
multitudes will stand by you when times get tough? I doubt it. The
real trouble starts when you start buying into your own hype. That’s
when you’ve lost it altogether.

So even as 2013 rolls in like a freight train and we all strive to
make it big in one way or another, I at least am able to appreciate
what I already have, a little more, thanks to the DJ and his
‘friends’. For this, I am eternally grateful.