GBBF: You did it your way!
If you love me, even a little bit, Let me know it while I am living So I can treasure it.
Some say death is a heartbeat away that tomorrow is nothing if you can’t carpediem. My friend just recently stopped breathing and died and Lord knows I can’t stop the tears from falling. It’s sad to think that in one moment a soul can fly; so I’m sitting back for a few and allow myself to think back to all the good memories of him; all the jokes and laughter, the endless music debates, his aspiration to be known as the best not only in his native country but throughout the world. They say sometimes when you’re in business with someone you’re more concerned about the business but in this particular situation, it was hard to solely focus on business when every other sentence was a joke. He simply knew how to keep a smile on your face and he became a friend. I find myself cursing and wishing his life didn’t end the way he did. Afterall, he was only 25 years old. Funny thing is, two days prior to his death he text me to wish me happy 30th.
He was known to many as Bon Flo but I got a chance to know Jameson and the kind of kid that he was. He lived his life exactly like he explained in his music; a kid from the ghetto who wanted to make something of himself out of nothing. He knew he had the talent but he was well aware of his country’s lack of development which would enable him to reach his full potential. So he taught himself how to speak English so that his music could reach a broader audience; he developed his craft until a fried of his reached out to me and asked me to work with him. At first, I was reluctant because I knew he had problems with some other rappers and I didn’t want to get in the middle of that. But after our first conversation, I knew that I could work with him and not have to worry about the beef.
From private conversations we shared, November 19, 2009 is one of the most proud days in his life because that is the official release date of his first solo album. He was happy and told me that he didn’t know how to thank me and my team. We toured the country for a few weeks and got to spend a lot of time together and got to know each other on a personal level. And then came Jan 12…
I remember receiving the news about Jimmy O and I was shocked to hear that he had died because Jimmy and I were together a few weeks prior to Jan 12. I immediately call Jameson and his brother to make sure they were ok but at the time, the telephone lines wouldn’t let me through. At 6Am I got through to them and I was made aware that he was cool and that he would be heading to Saint Marc as soon as he could get some funds. See the thing is, he’s always had asthma and staying in the capital wouldn’t work for him giving that there was a lot of dust and bad smell all around him. He needed to get out so he could breathe some fresh air.
He stayed for a few weeks but he wasn’t 100% healthy. We tried to get him a petition out of the country but things didn’t work out accordingly, so we had to wait to file a second one. I wish we had gotten him the necessary help he needed. I wished he was born in a develop country where the hospitals would be more equipped to handle a minor asthma attack.
Bon Flo perfected his craft and mastered his witty punch line to punch line style that will never be duplicated. He was underrated and unappreciated by many of his peers, the media and most importantly the fans. I wish they had taken a second hear his music because it seems to me like he’s getting more airplay dead than he was when he was alive. I hope as human beings we put our biased aside and let the artists skills speak for itself. You may not have like him because he dissed your favorite artist but you cannot deny his talent. Bon Flo will forever remain one of the best to ever step in a booth. R.I.P. hommie. You did it your way!