My Love For Rastafarians

My Love For Rastafarians.

My love for Rastafarians began when I was around fifteen years old. My mother became a Rastafarian and I attended many of the meetings and celebrations she went to. I felt we had become a part of the family, because many of the Rastafarians we met and had grown to know were beautiful people who strived to serve God and sought to live a life that is pleasing in His sight.