Bounty Killer and patriotism
It was one of those 'Auntie' days in New York. I was taking a break from Jamaica and just bonding with my mother, sister and her two beautiful children. I was baby-sitting Naseem, my cheeky five-year-old nephew, and Alaniya, my beautiful, teething niece. Naseem and I just had one of our disciplinary confrontations, and in his tantrum, he told me to "Go back to Hamaica." Alaniya earlier on barfed on my head, after an unwise move by me to throw […]

