African

Of royalty, and Akan mannerisms, Jamaican I am.

From the Twi we gathered our patwa.

From the Ashanti we gathered our flag.

Black for the people, yellow for our rising enriching sun, and green for the rich land.

Our strenght and hard work prove at any time we are willing to fight, to free ourselves and furthermore outlaw in every aspect intelligently.

Jamaican.
Yes we are African.

African we are.

Though abridged in communion by our hectic history, our decendants and rightful place of origin have never been a mystery. For it is apparent in our heroes like nanny of the Maroon, Paul Bougle, and Marcus Gatvey. It is apparent in our tongues, it is apparent in our spirit, and even lack there of.

It is apparent in our cries to be rejoined, and will remain so until accomplished. It is apparent in our high praises even when times seem low.

All we lack is the land, and our family but we are still one from afar.

Still one in distance.

Still one in resonance.

My name is La-Doniea, Jamaican I am, and that is still African.

I am no less worthy of the culture, or its bearing, I am no outsider, I have happily accepted my faith as a proud African forever. Thank you. 
Written Nov 2018