Jamaica and the lightening Bolt.
It was the year 2012, a year of great expectation for a small country named Jamaica. To begin with, she would be celebrating her 50th year of independence. It was a great jubilee, a magnificent fete, and eye-opening experience for the young and a proud moment for the old. In Jamaica, many people were looking forward to the grand culmination, the gala on our actual birthday. However, equally if not more anticipated was our participation in the 30th Olympic in England. It was supposed to be a Jamaican Olympic as, we were the team to watch and quite befitting; we were celebrating independence from England.
All eyes were on us, a little island – just a ‘dot on the map’. We were going up against the best in the world, a whole lot of big names. Countries like Venezuela, United States, and Japan even the host country herself Great Britain. The two great events, our independence, and the Olympics were promising to make 2012 a year nobody would ever forget. To top it all off, they were both in the month of August. The count down began 100 days early; you can just imagine the excitement 100, 99, 98, 97, 96, 95----- straight down to 5, 4, 3, 2, and then the big day.
Let me back up a little and tell you about Jamaica and the Olympics. We had both the 100 and 200m champion male and female from 4yrs earlier, we have champion hurdler, champion relay team, world record holder and I could continue. In fact, everybody knows us when it comes on to running. Little, little Jamaica known all over the world as having the fastest runners the world have ever seen and probably will ever see. The anticipation was high, the suspense nerve – rocking. If it was any longer wait, people would probably end up with anxiety attack.
The Olympic started good, Jamaica gets our first two medals quick, quick, and the most anticipated race drew closer and closer. The men 100 m dash, the man to catch, a Jamaican, the world fastest man – Usain Bolt. They call him lightening bolt for short and lightening he was. When the big day came, it was like the whole world stop. Everybody get motionless, over 3 billion eyes glued their TV set because they know the race will be over in less than 10 seconds. Therefore, if they shift, even blink they would miss it. On your marks, set, the starter went off GO…. the race was over before the gun echo ends and who pass the finish line first, the lightening bolt – a Jamaican with who behind him, another Jamaican and who behind them, the rest of the world. The world erupted; the record mash up, nobody could understand how him do it. Immediately ‘him’ was in everybody’s mind as a legend. Jamaicans cry, laugh, scream, and jump. We went on to win more races and mash up one more big record – the sprint relay.
As for the independent celebration, as we know how to say it “the ting tun up”. “The grand Gala glorious, the people tun out nuff – nuff and the world left shock- shock”.
We left our mark on the whole world, edged in memories of people who will never know were Jamaica is. Places we are likely to read about only in storybooks. In the year 2012, we get big- big.
This is just a little piece of Jamaica 2012. Fifty years of independence, we are on a mission, ‘we little but we talawah’.