Jamaica is hurting. Hurricane Melissa tore through the west, leaving behind more than wreckage, it left silence where there used to be music, and fear where there used to be laughter. Some places still have no help, no power, no relief. Just loss.
Where is the one love we all sang about? The world dances to Jamaica’s rhythm, but right now, that rhythm is broken. This isn’t about slogans or words. It’s about humanity—how we show up when it matters. Because it’s in moments like this, when the world stops smiling, that you see who people really are.
Sometimes, words feel meaningless. Action is what counts.
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