Tripatini contributor Evan098 writes:

"In a bar in Kingston´s Trenchtown, an old man with silver dreadlocks played Bob Marley on a record player that looked older than me. Between songs he said, “This music is how we keep our memory. You understand? Every beat is story.”

And he was right. Reggae wasn’t born in studios - it was born from pain, pride, and prayer. From people who had nothing but rhythm and fire in their souls.

The more I listened, the more I realized - Jamaica doesn’t write history books. Jamaica has its own rhthym.  It sings them." 

Read more in his post Feeling Jamaica´s History and Heritage.