Clancy's journey continues today folks with Ep. 002 in the series, hope you are following and sharing by telling someone about this odyssey that we're on with our friends Clancy O'Connor and co.
So today is a big day in the life of Clancy O'Connor, as a matter-of-fact it is a big day in all of Jamaica and the entire world is getting in on the act too. It's the day when the Late great Robert Nesta Marley (Bob Marley) is being laid to rest and almost all the people of the little Island is out to see it. So here where we pick up the story as seen through the eyes of Clancy "76" O'Connor:
Episode 002; Clancy's journey continues
.... After the feeling came back to the leg, he picked up the T-shirt that he was sitting on and climb down.
Now the music was getting closer and clearer and he joined in with the lyrics of; "I hear the voice of the rasta man say Babylon your throne gone down" in the distant he could now see a couple of automobiles rounded the corner like little marbles as they roll into view.
He had positioned himself strategically half way up the hills of Mt. Rosser at a point where one can see the approaching vehicles as they passed just outside the town of Linstead.
It was now very clear that the funeral procession was approaching. He could feel the throbbing by the side of his neck, his earlobe heats up by several degree. It's action time.
The late great Robert Nesta Marley is being laid to rest today, the procession is passing right by this way. He may not be able to go to St Ann or the burial site but no one is going to deprive Clancy O'Connor of watching the procession as it passes by.
To make himself more comfortable, Clancy reached for his pocket knife and gather some dried banana leafs, spread them out on the ground then lay flat on his stomach resting his propped up chin on his folded arms and waited.
Clancy O'Connor was the name his mother gave him but everybody called him “76” because of the number he wore when he played football with the renowned Dinthhill technical high school team.
His fame has spread throughout the Island over the years as he blossomed into one of the most prolific goal scoring machine the Island has ever seen, not just in schools boy’s football but he was being compared constantly to the great Allan "skill" Cole.
To say that Clancy loved the game is an oxy-Moran, however, he secretly cherished another burning desire, one of being an Entertainer; someone like Bob Marley or Dennis Brown.
He particularly love D. Brown. He thinks and agrees with those who say that Dennis is a better singer and for those close enough to him to hear him sing, Clancy just beams with pride when they say that he sounds like DB.
Maybe someday I'll be belching out hits like DB Clancy reasoned within himself, but for the time being, Clancy is all about football.
There was two motor cycles leading the procession as it makes its way around the corner just before passing right by Clancy who was now joined by two others,
Devon with whom he was quite familiar as they both attended Ewarton primary school, he (Devon) now attends St. Jago high school in Spanish Town.
The young lady with him is not familiar to Clancy. She has a rather cool refined appearance; a "foreigner" Clancy immediately thought to himself, must be his girlfriend.
He was interrupted in the middle of the thought as Devon introduced them, hey; meet Debbie my cousin from London, Debbie this is Clancy my longtime friend from primary school. Hi, hi they exchange handshake then quickly revert to focus on the steady stream of automobile rolling through the winding up Hill climb of the street.
For the next 45 minutes to an hour, Mt. Rosser was transformed into a river of; cars, trucks of all sizes and shapes, motor cycle mostly ridden by Rastaman and his (several) pillion riders, some wearing their trademark black red green and gold Tam (headpiece)
They were looking with an inquiring gaze for the appearance of the hearse which as of yet were not seen, or did they missed it somehow.
The traffic stream was beginning to thin out signaling the end of the procession but Clancy, as well as the other two (he could tell by the puzzled look on the face of his two friends ) was thinking the same thing, where is Bob?
The closest thing to suggest that there was going to be a burial (other than the procession) was a couple of cars and pickup truck so laden with floral bouquets and somewhere wedged betwixt them, one van draped over by a top hauling. All three of them had the same inquiring look on their faces as Devon turned towards the other two while pointing in the direction of the tail end of the procession and said; you don't think....simultaneously they all burst out; nòooo.
That's it for today folks. SEe you again tomorrow. One more thing before we go, Is there any part of the story so far that rings a bell for you? perhaps you are quite familiar with this part, would you care to share with us? Drop us a comment or question below and we'll get right back to you. thanks folks
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