Today I’m guest blogging over on Kody Boye’s site. He blogged for me earlier this year and turnabout is fair play.
(aka Modern Day Griots)
My mother gave me the gift of story.
Born and raised in Jamaica, she constantly regaled us with stories of duppies, obeah, rolling calves, br’er ‘nansi, and Big Boy. And as much as we teased her about them while growing up, she instilled a seed in us. It was her legacy that she wanted to pass on. They didn’t have television or the internet to entertain them. They had stories, stories passed down from one generation to the next, that shaped and defined them. Storytellers were of the tradition of griots, the keepers or lore and history. That lesson stayed with me.