I WONT SAY HAPPY Birth Day to the Legend,But I will say,LONG LIVE BOB. You touch our hearts and you always do, the impact you caused into our lives will never perish,the pace you set 42years ago since you were born will continue to and maintain its momentum.
So many Rastas are bred and have changed the mentality and perception of other people to the Rastafarians. I for one thought before that Rstas are BAYAYE....with dreads. But thats wrong and thats what many people thought.
Long live Nesta,long live Bob...long live Marley through your living sons and daughters plus your wonderful Wife.
Dedication....NO BODAY CAN STOP RAGGAE>>>>.The late Lucky Dube.
Mu nsi za Africa eziwera, era wamu ne mu communtiies za ba Africa ezisinga wano ebweeru, bakuza omwezi guno, era nebawuliriza nnyo raggae ne message eziri mu nyimba zino.
Bob yakola omulimu, enyimba ze ndowooza zonna zawera 125 awo. Bamwogerako kimu nti teyaleka nyimba mbi.
Nange ndeeseyo bu facts buno twejjukanye ku bulamu bwe.
Marley was born in the small village of Nine Mile in Saint Ann Parish, Jamaica as Nesta Robert Marley. A Jamaican passport official would later swap his first and middle names. His father, Norval Sinclair Marley, (born in 1895), was a white Jamaican of English descent, who lived in Liverpool. Norval was a Marine officer and captain, as well as a plantation overseer, when he married Cedella Booker, a black Jamaican then eighteen years old. Norval provided financial support for his wife and child, but seldom saw them, as he was often away on trips. In 1955, when Marley was 10 years old, his father died of a heart attack aged 60.
His music released posthumously in 1983, contained unreleased material recorded during Marley's lifetime, including the hit "Buffalo Soldier"
In July 1977, Marley was found to have malignant melanoma in a soccer wound on his right hallux (big toe). Marley refused amputation, citing worries that the operation would affect his dancing, as well as the Rastafari belief that the body must be "whole":
“ Rasta no abide amputation. I don't allow a man to be dismantled. ”
—From the biography Catch a Fire
Marley may have seen medical doctors as samfai (tricksters, deceivers). True to this belief Marley went against all surgical possibilities and sought out other means that would not break his religious beliefs. He also refused to register a will, based on the Rastafari belief that writing a will is acknowledging death as inevitable, thus disregarding the everlasting (or everliving, as Rastas say) character of life.
The cancer then metastasized to Marley's brain, lungs, liver, and stomach. After playing two shows at Madison Square Garden as part of his fall 1980 Uprising Tour, he collapsed while jogging in NYC's Central Park. The remainder of the tour was subsequently cancelled.
Bob Marley played his final concert at the Stanley Theater in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania on September 23, 1980. The live version of "Redemption Song" on Songs of Freedom was recorded at this show.[5] Marley afterwards sought medical help from Munich specialist Josef Issels, but his cancer had already progressed to the terminal stage.
While flying home from Germany to Jamaica for his final days, Marley became ill, and landed in Miami for immediate medical attention. He died at Cedars of Lebanon Hospital in Miami, Florida on the morning of May 11, 1981 at the age of 36
Enyimba nyingi eza Bob ezinyumira. Ne munnaffe Meli atuletedde Website ya lyrics webalire ddala. Nnonzeko zino wano leero.
It was in "Redemption Song" that Marley sang the famous lyric,
Mpozzi ekirala ekyokujjukira ku Bob, Yali mumpi ddala, 5'4 or 163 cm tall. Ani yagamba nti obusajja obumpi bubeera gutsy? Anyway, yaleka abaana 13 mu bakazi 9. Yali wa kisa alabika, obakyala nga tabalumya! Bagamba nti abantu 4000 (enkumi nnya) abaali ba living-a off him. Ku birthday eno yandibadde awezezza emyaka 63, wabula oba abaana yandibadde nabameka?
It gives great joy to feel such sweet togetherness
Everyone's doing, and they're doing their best
Huh It remind I of the days in Jericho
When we trodding down Jericho walls
These are the days when we'll trod through Babylon
Gonna trod until Babylon falls
Sing your song yah!
Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
(repeat)
We've got the herb, we got it, we've got the herb
We got it, We've got the herb, we got it
So hand I the suru board
Cause most of all we ain't got nothing to lose
Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
(repeat)
Love to see, when ya groove with the rhythm
Cause I love to see, when you're dancing from within
It gives great joy to see such sweet togetherness
Cause everyone's doing and they're doing their best
Cause it remind me of the days in Jericho
When we trodding down Jericho walls
These are the days when we'll trod through Babylon
We keep on trodding until Babylon falls
Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
Just substitute Nyabinghi for Oh Buganda, and We got the herb, for We got the truth, and you'll see what good sense this song makes for Buganda situation. Thanks Marley.
