My flight from Belize to Miami was uneventful. I had been informed that my former host was flying out that same day but she was not on my flight.
I got in to Miami and no sooner had I made it passed immigration and out towards the food court when I heard some one holla at me:
“Sistren weh di go on”
I turned round and standing there was a white Rastafarian. He came up to me and told me his name and then he gave me his phone number. He is a music video/producer who is off to work with some reggae artists in Jamaica. We said our goodbyes, exchanged blessings and off I went.
I think I have to go and learn more about Rastafarianism. I have been impressed by all the true Rastafarians I have met. All have been respectful and even in the case of this man that I met, I didn’t feel that he approached me in a ‘pick up line’ kind of way. He was just genuinely happy to see another dread person.
As I had a lot of time in Miami I did bump into him again, his flight had been cancelled, again he hailed me as ‘sister’ and he left me with ‘blessings’.