Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis Quotes
Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
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“It would seem that my hypothesis on linguistic intelligence being paraded as “brightness” went viral. In my country , a number of persons who have mastered the English language have discredited my intellect on the basis of grammar and linguistics. My thesis did underscore that true intellects can create new disciplines, theories and “synthesize” fundamental truths and concepts. True intellects have high social, emotional and intelligent quotients. They operate at a higher cognitive order because they are able to underpin foundational knowledge along with comprehension and thus develop complex ways of thinking. They have higher cognitive skills and functioning. A true intellect can move their audience in any language be it patois or English because their usage of words and delivery always resonates with the listener and reader. Their output makes you think, wonder, say … wow, I’ve never looked at it that way before. It doesn’t involve gloating or conceit. Pure complex yet revolutionized reasoning and speaking.”
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
“Writing is my response to my own crazy world. It's often sporadic, ignited by some noteworthy occurrence in my life. Rarely is it reflective, frequently intrusive. You see sometimes I aim for allegory, but there are certain truths about life that one has to paint as it is, there are ideas that cannot be dressed up.
I more than anyone else understands how suffering and personal experiences influences the creative process. My books are nurtured by happiness and despair. Every experience in my everyday life comes with it owns dripping of medicine and or toxins, lessons that only my interactions with others can effectively teach.
My life is entirely influenced by human behavior and my books are about my culture and human nature. My degree is from HardKnock Life University. Who I am is a reflection of the people who shaped my life. I am their reflection. I am novelist. The only doctorate i have is on life. The reality of life is the only thing I know.I’m”
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
I more than anyone else understands how suffering and personal experiences influences the creative process. My books are nurtured by happiness and despair. Every experience in my everyday life comes with it owns dripping of medicine and or toxins, lessons that only my interactions with others can effectively teach.
My life is entirely influenced by human behavior and my books are about my culture and human nature. My degree is from HardKnock Life University. Who I am is a reflection of the people who shaped my life. I am their reflection. I am novelist. The only doctorate i have is on life. The reality of life is the only thing I know.I’m”
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
“The burden is not my experiences it is my intellect. The way my brain works. My experiences are very similar to most if not all of us born into unfavorable circumstances. We survive and excel. It’s my purview that makes me think something is wrong wid it: for most people. That’s just life.”
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
“The Ghetto muse, a wistful omen of the first sign of trouble —a subtle movement in the shadows, a rustling of dead leaves abandoned on the sidewalk, houses dotting roadsides like packed dominoes on a table or a long skein of Johncrows sweeping over your head like the second hand of a clock.
A place of looming tragedy, and every day life a quest for glory, a glory that is a shifting goalpost. A battle for survival against an obscure enemy, savoring the sweetness of youth with white rum coursing down your throat and tasting regret in old age like sawdust in your mouth.
Then comes the voice, shrill at times with frustration, a caterwauling of endurance or the dulcet of fortitude and meditation.”
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
A place of looming tragedy, and every day life a quest for glory, a glory that is a shifting goalpost. A battle for survival against an obscure enemy, savoring the sweetness of youth with white rum coursing down your throat and tasting regret in old age like sawdust in your mouth.
Then comes the voice, shrill at times with frustration, a caterwauling of endurance or the dulcet of fortitude and meditation.”
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
“In the Ghetto, life is meaningless, death is glory, and to fear people (neygah) is the beginning of wisdom. Selah”
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
“lieve with resonance that it is unfair for a man to take another man's life. it is an insult to the almighty to destroy the sacrament of his creation, mankind...the father will not be lenient with those who destroys his artform”
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
“You are so fixated on the now, but what if you could see the future, if you could tell what lies ahead, i guarantee your reaction would be different, in the now. You see this place, where we were born will never be remembered as your birthplace, only mine. Thousand years, it is me, i will be remembered as a child of this district.”
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
“I am like that to most people, an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, someone to ask a favour, Rock of Gibraltar.
I called her back.
I listened to her rant.
I repeated these four words i saw somewhere earlier this week, they had become a sort of mantra for me.
LIVE ABOVE THE NOISE
I told her that I'd noticed something about most gossipmongers.
They are stagnant.
I remember i hadn't been to my natal community in two years.
As the sun riseth, i guaranteed when i stepped foot into there that i would find the same set of bingo playing all day women, who knew everybody's business and thought sleeping with someone's man was some sort of achievement:gathered at the same spot.
I did.
People who chat people rarely are good at anything else. They are focused so much on what's going on around them and less on self improvement.
They so busy watching people's business, they miss opportunities for advancement.
Instead of working on their faults and deficiencies, they highlight the flaws of another to detract from their shitty lives.
You cannot live your life at the mercies of another's opinions.
Opinions are like assholes everyone has one.
Yes from time to time we will become rattled by mindless chatter, remember to live above the noise...”
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
I called her back.
I listened to her rant.
I repeated these four words i saw somewhere earlier this week, they had become a sort of mantra for me.
LIVE ABOVE THE NOISE
I told her that I'd noticed something about most gossipmongers.
They are stagnant.
I remember i hadn't been to my natal community in two years.
As the sun riseth, i guaranteed when i stepped foot into there that i would find the same set of bingo playing all day women, who knew everybody's business and thought sleeping with someone's man was some sort of achievement:gathered at the same spot.
I did.
People who chat people rarely are good at anything else. They are focused so much on what's going on around them and less on self improvement.
They so busy watching people's business, they miss opportunities for advancement.
Instead of working on their faults and deficiencies, they highlight the flaws of another to detract from their shitty lives.
You cannot live your life at the mercies of another's opinions.
Opinions are like assholes everyone has one.
Yes from time to time we will become rattled by mindless chatter, remember to live above the noise...”
― Jamaican Acute-Ghetto-itis: Jamaican Sociological Commentary
