look at this,â he went on. âLet me show you something.â And he pulled me to him, until we were facing each other quite close, almost close enough to kiss. We loved to kiss, kissing was one of our main functions! So I said to myself, uh-oh , heâs gettinâ ready to kiss me now and there I go ⦠there I go ⦠there I go â¦
But this time he was drawing something in the palm of his hand, showing me a circle. âListen, Rita,â he said. âYou see this circle, this is like life, where we have to go around different places and meet different people. But inside this circle, this is where we are, you and me. And you see this line that go around it? Nobody can break that line to come into the circle with you and me, itâs protected. This is me, this is you, this is the children, all the important people are inside this ring. Anything happens outside it doesnât have a proper meaning, and nothing can get inside. So donât worry yourself, man, youâre safe, youâre my queen, my wife, my life.â
From then on I felt all right, reassured and very special, because Bob was genuine in the ways he expressed himself. And it was also like him to know I needed that confidence and to give it to me. So I learned to ignore the follies that happened around me, to tell myself, oh, they donât matter. Thatâs how I felt. And I felt, given Bobâs increasingly recognized genius, that Iâd become more like a guardianâa friend, a partnerâthan in a possessive relationship, and that I had more responsibility than just that of a wife. This attitude would get me through the more difficult times that came later, when the âsisterâ thing had gone further than Iâd ever expected. But I always had myself somewhere in mind, and when anyone came at me with âBob says youâre his sisterâis that true?â Iâd come back with âYes, Iâm his sister. And Iâd rather be a good sister than a miserable wife.â
One interesting result of the association with JAD Records was Bobâs trip to Europe, which included a purely accidental meeting with my father. Danny Sims had taken Bob to Sweden to record the soundtrack for a movie, Want So Much to Believe (in which, as it turned out, none of Bobâs original songs were ever used). Bob hated cold weather, but he had moved to the cold basement of the house where Johnny Nashâs entourage was staying in order to get away from their lifestyleâthe drugs, the whores, everything he disapproved of. He told me later that he thought he was going to die of the cold and had said to himself, if Iâm gonna die, let me die in the basementâbecause they were eating pork upstairs, and cooking this and that, and oh ⦠poor Bob. He was going through a hard time, having no friends there and no one to talk to. Someone made a tape of him in a bedroom there, singing solo with just his acoustic guitar. Especially on âStir It Up,â I can hear all that loneliness in him: âStir it up, little darlinâ/stir it up/Itâs been a long long time/since Iâve had you on my mind â¦â
I suppose thatâs why it seems like such a miracle that he and my father got together. I think they both thought so too (in later years Papa used to tell this story over and over). At the time, Papa was working as a taxi driver and playing music in Stockholm. One night a friend, knowing where Papa was from, said to him, âA young man came in from Jamaica man, a young man named Bob Marley. Heâs somewhere in town with that American, Johnny Nash.â
And Papa said, âWhat?! Bob Mah -ley? Bob Mah- ley ! But that name sound familiar! I think my daughterâs husband name Mahley! Let me see the guy, man!â So he got in touch with the person who was doing the cooking for Johnny Nash and said, âLet me meet this guy Mah -ley, man. Tell him Rita father
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