I’ve attended two Sting events. One, the 1991 edition, stands out as a legendary night. The emergence of Buju Banton and the epic lyrical clash between Ninja Man and Super Cat created an unforgettable atmosphere.
That night, Wayne Wonder, mid-set, invited Buju Banton on stage, introducing him to the world. Buju’s powerful voice, emanating from his lanky frame, sent shivers down my spine. A star was born.
The Ninja Man vs. Super Cat clash, despite a minor bottle-throwing incident, was a spectacle. Ninja Man’s lyrical superiority was undeniable. His line, “Backup dih Hearse mek Mih put eeen dih dead,” effectively silenced Super Cat. This clash exemplified the true essence of a lyrical battle: raw talent, spontaneity, and a healthy dose of competitive spirit.
Sting should be a platform for showcasing this kind of lyrical prowess. It should be the “University of Dancehall,” where aspiring artists hone their skills, much like the clashes on sound systems in the past. Today’s DJs often lack the spontaneity and lyrical dexterity of legends like Papa San, Ninja Man, Stitchie, Bounti Killa, and Beenie Man.
Sting needs to mend its relationships with these icons and other sidelined artists. This is crucial for the event’s revival. Shortsightedness and animosity should not be allowed to kill this vital platform for the growth of Dancehall.
Isiah Laing, and those responsible for Sting, have the power to correct the course. The opportunity to restore Sting to its former glory exists. Let’s not let it slip away.
By Warren Johnson

