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Where Is My Mother?
financial support and seldom saw her and their son. He died of a heart
attack in 1955, stone broke and living off an eight-shilling-a-week army
pension (about US$1.20).
Norval was seriously unstable, to put it mildly. The rejection of Bob
by the Marley family was a rejection of Norval.
CEDELLA BOOKER: Norval was living in Nine Mile at the time, watch-
ing the lands that the government gave people—certain amount of
land to work on during the war. He was like an overseer.
ROGER STEFFENS: If there was any true direction in Bob’s earliest
years, it would come from his grandfather Omariah, who was known
locally as a myalman—a benevolent practitioner of healing arts—as
opposed to an obeahman, whose darker intentions cast fear into the
hearts of superstitious country folk. Omariah was reported to have
fathered as many as thirty children.
CEDELLA BOOKER: My father Omariah was a very spiritual person,
he’s like the Blackheart Man [a practitioner of traditional healing meth-
ods]. He’s a man like, when people sick he can help them and give them
medicine and things like that. He had his own medicine that him fix
and mix, and just cure people. Omariah taught Bob not to steal, to tell
the truth, to obey. He owned enough land, here there and everywhere.
Not no big great properties, but good parcels, like thirty acres, twenty
acres, ten acres, five acres all over the place. Bob moved donkeys, goats,
carry food from up in the field to the home. Then him ride the donkey
and pick up corn, cut corn bush to go feed the other animals. Them
have to do manual work. We have to go to spring to get water.
ROGER STEFFENS: Bob’s cousin Sledger, who was raised alongside
him in Nine Mile, recalls that Bob was a fearless rider of his favorite
donkey, Nimble, and could jump bareback over a five-foot wall with
ease, sometimes even doing it backward! He and Sledger loved music
and would listen especially on Sundays, when Omariah would plug his
radio into a generator and play it for the locals, tuning in to a Miami
station. Elvis Presley, Fats Domino and Ricky Nelson were early favor-
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ites of the boys. Bob’s nascent musical instruction came directly from
Cedella’s dad.
CEDELLA BOOKER: My father played organ, guitar, a little violin. Every-
one in the family played music. My cousin Marcenine, he make a little
banjo guitar and they put the string on it. That would be Bob’s first
instrument. And when he got bigger he would start holding guitar.
Sometimes he hum along with me on songs like “Precious Lord Take
My Hand.”
ROGER STEFFENS: At the age of three, Bob began to evince intuitive
powers of surprising accuracy.
CEDELLA BOOKER: I remember when a woman we called Aunt Zen
used to love to play with Bob as a little boy. So she came to the shop
where I worked and he start to read her hand and tell her some things.
And she said, “Everything that the child tell me is right.”
Another man, Solomon Black, a district constable, he came to the
shop and stopped by and as a little boy, Bob take his hand and start to
look at it, start to tell him some things. And whatever he told him, the
man say, “You might be taking it for a joke, but everything the child
tell me is right.”
Bob knew he wasn’t going to be here for long, so he have to do what
he have to do. I have this friend, Ibis Pitts. He was Bob’s first friend
that he made in Delaware in 1966. Ibis said that one day he and his
friend Dion Wilson went over to the park where I used to live and Bob
climbed into a tree and that Bob said, “When I am thirty-six I am going
to die.” This was in 1969.
ROGER STEFFENS: Cedella Booker, affectionately known as Mother B,
has visited my Reggae Archives several times over the years. Many of
our conversations went unrecorded, although I made notes of each one
afterward. In one she recalled Norval showing up at Nine Mile when
Bob was five, asking that she allow Bob to come with him to Kingston
so he could educate him and give him a shot at a better life. Cedella
agreed, but when Norval and Bob arrived in Kingston—one of the only
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BUNNY WAILER: Bob was a wild child. He was like the ugly duckling.
He had to find his own little brush to pick, and his own little cornmeal.
Nobody wanted him around their corn, so he get what’s left. He just
had to survive. His most serious endeavor was just to eat and drink.
There were many nights of cold ground for his bed and rock stone for
his pillow. Countless nights. Bob was not a child who get anything that
he sought. He didn’t get what any other child got.
ROGER STEFFENS: Bob’s earliest years were filled with neglect and
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