A ride to Jamaica is never complete minus the signature Jamaican swear word – bomboclat; or bombocat.

Whatever the word is but it sounds like one of those.

I don’t know what it is that the word means, but whenever a fight or bar brawl erupts in Jamaica, that expletive flies around carelessly like shrapnel from a bomb explosion.

A trip down to the rainbow island is also not complete minus mention of another popular expression – babylon.I have listened to over 2 million Jamaican reggae songs, and what I can confidently say is that almost half of the songs are littered with mentions of this word.

Jamaicans are also not known to shy away from a certain type of cigarette that is different and more potent than Intore and Impala and Dunhill. This kind of cigarette that is totally different from Impala and Intore is known to make the smoker’s eyes to bulge and fester and redden.

The Jamaicans’ version of cigarette is actually called a joint, and most Jamaicans are well known joint smokers. In fact, most Jamaicans are incorrigible and unrepentant joint smokers.

The story is told of a Jamaican man who entered a bank with a huge sack which he then hauled at the teller’s counter.

Baffled by the weird action, and while pointing at the huge sack, the cute teller asked: What for?

The Jamaican lad, who was dreadlocked and dressed in faded jeans and a tattered T-shirt explained that "mi come fi open a joint account”.

Of course in straight English he meant to say that "I’ve come to open a joint account”, but who says that Jamaicans are known for straight, stiff, stuck-up English? On the contrary, they love to do it their own way, in that mangled, near-nonsensical, near-unintelligible fashion but that also has some kind of enduring aesthetic appeal.

In fact, Jamaican lingua is typically mangled and jumbled and raggy and craggy and near-dizzying, in that sometimes when I over indulge in music from this island, I become dizzy and hungry and angry as well, because like they say, a hungry man is an angry man.