I was born under the sun, and was dipped in the sea; many a times I left my footprints trailing in the coral sand. And now, as I sit and reminisce on the days gone by, I now know, I'll always be an island boy.
As a native son of St. Croix, Virgin Islands. , I am a Son of Queen Mary and General Buddhoe, an offspring of Ingeburg Nesbitt and David Hamilton Jackson, and a child of Charles H. Emmanuel and Juanita Gardine. My roots run deep and extend across The Caribbean Sea, to the islands of Antigua and Nevis.
I don't walk this earth with a screw face; ninety-nine, point nine percent of the time I got that IRIE FEELING, that's just the way I move. But sometimes This Lion Has To Roar!!
I am a poet; and I do believe, as poets, our gift of creativity and mastery of the written and spoken word, binds us by duty, to share with the world what GOD inspires in us.
