I Found Peace.

Right, where were we?

While emigrating from Jamaica to the US at age 13, I celebrated my birthday on the journey.

I landed in the American suburbs after spending my earlier years in Jamaica playing barefoot with my brothers and friends in our yards, at the river and in the nearby woods with our dogs, Brownie and Pluto.

I climbed trees, rode our donkey, pet the chickens, belly-rubbed the pig, cuddled the cats, travelled around on the local pushcart and visited the farmers’ fields.

I spent summers in May Pen with my cousins eating guinep, cherries, mangoes, and playing Ludi, my favourite board game.

Culture-shocked in Washington, D.C., I started junior high school, where the substitute teacher was sometimes the television, set to a music video channel.

I found peace learning in the local and school libraries, then headed home for dinner, before church with my family most evenings.

On the aeroplane to London, England, at age 14 and a half, I looked out of the window at the greenery below and felt like I was returning home.

Then came my first week of secondary school, where I was attacked by the school bully.

Bish, bosh, wallop, wallop, is how I floored that bully.

I had to write about the incident. I wasn't suspended, and afterwards some of the other girls who were bullied before I arrived became my new best mates.

The bully never bullied us again.

Then it was on to college, where I studied A-Levels Sociology, English Language and Literature, and Media.

I got marked down a lot in English because they said my assignments weren't written “proper”.

I wrote in Kenisha’s Jamaican voice while trying to write in Sarf London English, innit.

I didn’t know it then, but that voice would eventually become important.

I finished college and went on to university to study BA Fashion Promotion.

Yes, I wanted to create my own fashion magazine.

The course was more than fashion, though; it gave me my first real insight into the creative industries and the machinery that drives them: Journalism, PR, marketing, television, film, culture, futurism, publishing, and advertising.

I also learned how images and words are shared in the media, and how to read the hidden messages within.

How they shape culture, and how the people behind those ideas influence how we feel, see ourselves, and each other.

And that we can redefine words by being the example.

Years later, I would create The Pitch Fanzine, championing and celebrating creative people whose work does good and inspires others.

And Kenisha, the Jamaican immigrant, whose voice wasn’t quite “proper” enough for my English assignments, would help share my story.

This is part of my Black History: not simply looking backwards at history, but understanding the experiences that shaped me, finding value in where I came from and using that knowledge to create what comes next.

The Pitch Fanzine is a live creative process and movement.

We are in a knowledge-sharing evolution, creating a new world.

Best wishes,

I am her.

Jamaican Freedom Fighter, for the people.

Fighting for the creative freedom of the Jamaican peopledem and Pitch Futures, our future creative talent.

I am human. I create from my own visions and ideas, reading culture and the world.™

Moving in Silence: Jamaica Tour 2027 – Deadline: October 30th, 2026.

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