For those who do not know what the Maroons of Jamaica is all about it is advisable that you go to Jamaica and make it a priority, top list of things to do, to visit one of these communities. That would be the best way to educate yourself, as to who they are, and how they live.
The maroons for some reasons have been obscured by the tides of the time. However they continue to be a set of black people who live peacefully together since the inception of Jamaica’s history as a government within a government. They have by treaty, their own judicial system and their own parliament, and enough land (As far as the eye can see) that their generations will never be able to fully access.
So having been courted by the pages of history and how phenomenal they were as a people, I had to visit this set of people who have no crimes, no locks on doors, and the best health in the western hemisphere.
The maroons do not rely on modern medicine for their unparalleled health, but have an intimate knowledge of herbs, weeds, barks, leaves, and roots that takes care of anything and everything that ails them. This traditional knowledge has enabled them to live long and prosper!
It is intriguing that the maroons live in Jamaica only and that the men who life in those communities, and who stick to their traditional and indigenous ways of living have no problem with prostate cancer amidst the country that has the highest incidence of the disease in the world. I will pause her e, as a Jamaican who survives prostate cancer. I have strong feelings on this subject. So to prevent me from shouting on the lighthouse top all by myself, let me introduce an unbiased view on the issue of the maroons and health and herbs from this link: http://www.healthiertalk.com/jamaican-jungle-herbs-0980. You will see from this link that this doctor values the significance and importance of Jamaican Jungle herbs, that he is undertaking serious steps to bring these herbs to the market of the Americas, to counteract what ails us, and even slow down, if not turn back the clock of aging. And this is all through the initial contact of a maroon lady.
I did mention before that the maroons are indigenous people. What I failed to mention then is that they too live primarily off the land through farming. They were the one who introduce the concept of curing meats over smoked woods which is popularly know as jerking.
The maroons have been unfairly clouded from this world reknowned method of cooking with traditional spices. Conjunctly they have been unrecognized as a people with healthy traditions and have been eclipsed by the pharmaceutical drugs scene, where one pill has to be taken to counteract the side effects of the other.
I am not a maroon. I grew up though in rural Jamaica where I have seen the significant role herbs played in the health of the populace. I have been the patient of my great grand mother who cured my migraine headache by tying a particular vine over my forehead for nine mornings. Cured I said, a migraine headache of such viciousness that it used to throw me down like a Mike Tyson’s punch. She cured roasting fevers overnight, fixed wounds in days instead of weeks, and last but not least made men and women virile and fertile, all through herbs.
The people were so virile and fertile back then that a typical family was a baker’s dozen minus the one that almost killed the mother. (In some case did kill the mother).
Those were the days where men used to be measured by how many farming plots he has or how big his farm was. By how he could make and control a burning fire to clear a piece of bush, by how he could swing a machete and stick a ground fort, by how many goats he has, how many pigs, how many free range chicken, and how many breadfruit trees, coconut trees, avocado trees, etc. , he has on his land or in his back yard. A man was a man when he gets up before cock crows, used dew water from cocoa leaves or banana leaves to wash his face. A man was a man when he rides his donkey to his farm and have roast yam and bush tea for breakfast. Later, when they gather in the town’s square or at the only watering hole, he would drink coconut water and Jamaican rum by J.Wray and Nephew, to have fun.
Those days I did not hear about prostate cancer affecting the men in such magnitude. It therefore must have started by something, of something, and continue to grow to put the men of Jamaica on the highest point of the podium for prostate cancer.
This could certainly make for a good study by some sociological scientist. (Any takers, please).
Could it have started, that meticulous climb to the infamous podium top, when the man started to be measured by how many cars he has parked in his yard? How many color television he has? How many cell phones he carries? How many times he has to go to the supermarket to buy process foods and foods mass produced with steroids and growth hormones?
It used to be so different and healthy in those days when herbs and grandmothers rule! I lamented for those days as one who had lived them. Those sentiments are captured in a poem entitled THERE USED TO BE A WATERING HOLE RIGHT HERE, in my book It’s On Now.
I cried for Jamaica and its men who continued on this wrecking health train. Especially when they do not have to be. Maybe the world can learn something form this convergence of a society with the most unhealthy people where this disease of prostate cancer is concerned, (Regular Jamaicans) and the people who have no incidence of it (The Maroons of Jamaica).
The Inter Tropical Convergence Zone, The weather phenomenon that affects Jamaica, usually produces rainfall to water and nourish the island. The inter relationship between the two Jamaica, the maroons and the other populace should under these circumstances, provide no less nourishment of information for the benefit of the peoples. Until no resident will say “I am sick”, maybe the Jamaican government should look seriously into this occurrence and re-gather their resource of men.
The world is focused on this Caribbean gem once again as the bells of the 2012 Olympics begin to chime. Blake may beat Bolt, as these two gladiators of track go at it. It is such a paradox that as fast as we can run we do not seem to be getting away from this disease. To the contrary it is outrunning Jamaica.
Shouldn’t it be time for more serious focus to be placed here and to examine these issues? Maybe if this is done we will begin to appreciate the real reasons we die. Continue to look for the upcoming piece of the same title. In the meantime read my story at Prostate Cancer and Me…or You, The Two Stages (Man To Man).
Until then pack light and walk good.