I mentioned in my last column that even before I learned I was part-Jamaican, I already had a fondness for women from the country.

Relationship-wise, I must admit, it hasn't always worked out well. In fact, more often than not, these affairs could be classified as broken, having involved broken hearts, broken promises, broken bottles, broken limbs — it hasn't been pretty. That I managed to salvage a few friendships out of those fiascoes is nothing short of miraculous.

Nevertheless, my attraction to Jamaican women persists, and the conversations I had with Yvonne and Monique — two women who have built thriving careers and productive lives for themselves here in the Land of the Rising Sun, half a planet away from the Land of Wood and Water — only served to remind me of why I continue to be smitten with sisters from Jamaica.