Chances..... Lost Chances : A Reggaesteem Freewrite.

The steps didn't just start today, it has been fore-taken by my grandpa who has made sure all things surrounding me were what he wanted to see in me. And that's the Jamaican blood in me that has been diffused by an American grandmother and an Italian mother. The diversity has shapen my mind so much that I believe am the child of the entire universe. Born of all the races that be on earth.

My Grandpa grew up in the old city Negril and he has always relish the moments he spent there, those reggae Superstars very well known, there albums and how there music has shaped the Rastafarian world. My dreadlocks was my grandpa's idea. I picked up how am talking by imitating him. His influence on me was no small thing as he made sure I was well brooded in my heritage. Which I never took serious for once. All I do was to copy and paste.

He actually made me feel I don't have a life of my own but his and his alone, and I hate that.

The tenacity to learn how to play the guitar at a very young age made way for me though, I was loved by everyone, girls swam me from high school to college and after having a degree in Engineering I have enough excuse to tell Papa am no more doing music no matter how small. Which he sorrowfully agree to.

Three weeks after my graduation, I lost grandpa and it dawned on my how much of him lies in me.

His funeral was attended by old friends from his hometown, I never knew he has mentioned me to his friends so many times when he was alive and bragged about how good I was with guitar but never played that much because I wasn't sure of myself or doesn't want to step in line. Little did I know that I come from a great heritage of music producers and this guys didn't mince word but showed me the great gift that lies inside. I was filled with tears and nose was running wet.

I snot and played one single song I've known him with which he loved so much "Chances" by Bob Marley. It's now dawned on me that I've lost so many chances of been a legends of my own time and all those songs that runs in my brain wasn't just for fun. It was a gift unattended to.