I wanted to be a healer when I was young, we would catch Peenie Wallie (fireflys) and put them in a bottle if they were still alive the next day, you would become a healer. All my flies died. My Mama went off to England in the fifties. After a few years, she sent for me to go to finish school, to learn a trade.My first time on a ship was awesome, crossing the Atlantic Ocean was even more awesome, I felt the power of life for the first time. And for the first time, I tasted a new fruit, Apples - Yum! Not as yummy as mangos but very nice. My mother made sure I had a trade. Catering, she thought would be a good choice for me because I love food. So two years in Catering College and two years in a top hotel in the city, then back to Jamaica t work in the hotel industry and re-discovering my roots. I was cheffing during the day and singing at night. All of Jamaica was singing and dancing. I won a singing competition in Kingston and made my first record for Hi-Lite records, little wonder sound was thumping out my tune 'Sitting In The Moonlite'. It felt really good. Pretty girls were smiling at me and singing my song. I was invited to become a singer in a band from Harbour View. The band was The Vagabonds, Jackie Mittoo was on keys. After a few months, I left and Jimmy James joined, they went off to England and the big time. While I was a chef at the Bell View Hospital in Kingston, I made sure Don Drommond ate well when he was admitted. On his discharge from hospital, he would come to my house in Allmond Town to chill out before going to see the Duke Read. Hail the King of Ska, Don D. Many trips to Warika Hill to Count Ossie Camp. Drums and chanting, ganga smoking. Pot of food cooking. Biblical reasoning. Blessings of Jah, Lots of blessings. I give thanks for my Jamaican/African roots. I give thanks in meeting Jean-marc otto-bruc my co producer of this C D. Give thanks to you........Welcome.