Her Imperial Majesty
Watching reggae’s newest female star, Queen Ifrica, liven up a crowd sends a jolt through the body and spirit. During a recent stage show two weeks ago in Nassau, Bahamas, Ifrica performed as part of the heralded Millennium Countdown concert series; she was the lone woman artist on the bill. Around 2 a.m., an audience of at least 2,000 was cheering like crazy, not for her but for the smattering of dancehall artists coming to the stage, spitting braggadocious lyrics about nothing of importance. Mind-numbing music isn’t always bad, but standing in the crowd, I couldn’t help wonder how a conscious Rastafarian woman could raise the energy level even higher than it already was, considering her music has a considerably more serious message.