My struggle with Rasta and Reggae music have been tightly interwoven through the fabric of my life. As a young man, entering adulthood, there was strong opposition to me taking up the Rasta Faith. My family tried to get me to cut my hair and go to Catholic Mass! They also tried to get me to forget music and concentrate on a nine-to-five job. As far as I was concerned they might as well ask me to walk on hot coals! No way was I about to give up my Faith or my love of music. There was not other alternative, I had to leave and be myself. I fled the family ties and migrated to Canada, where I was free to outwardly manifest my belief. It was there, far away from home that I put on my Dreadlocks and persued music full time. I had countless dreams of being a musician and that has been all I have ever wanted to do as far back as I can remember. Anyone who made the decision to follow Rastafari in those days exposed themselves to descrimination and redicule. Many were disowned by their parents and family. JAH has been my strength and comfort. I am determined and will never give up any one of my true loves, neither Rastafari nor Music!..............One Love.