"Whe' Fe Do"

From Songs of Jamaica

Pickney Bath Time, Francis Li



Life will continue so for aye,
Some people sad, some people gay,
Some mockin’ life while udders pray;
But we mus’ fashion-out we way
An’ sabe a mite fe rainy day—
All we can do

We needn’ fold we han’ an’ cry,
Nor vex we heart wid groan and sigh;
De best we can do is fe try
To fight de despair drawn’ nigh:
Den we might conquer by an’ by—
Dat we might do.

We hab to batter in de sun,
An’ dat isn’t a little fun,
For Lard! ‘tis hellish how it bu’n:
Still dere’s de big wul’ to live do’n—
So whe’ fe do?

We nigger hab a tas’ fe do,
To conquer prejudice dat due
To obeah, an t’ings not a few
Dat keep we progress back fe true—
But whe’ fe do?

We’ve got to wuk wid might an’ main,
To use we han’ an’ use we brain,
To toil an’ worry, ‘cheme an’ ‘train
Fe t’ings that bring more loss dan gain;
To stann’ de sun an’ bear de rain,
An’ suck we bellyful o’ pain
Widouten cry nor yet complain—
For dat caan’ do.

And though de wul’ is full o’ wrong,
Dat caan’ prevent we sing we song
All de day as we wuk along—
Whe’ else fe do?

We happy in de hospital;
We happy when de rain deh fall;
We happy though de baby bawl
Fe food dat we no hab at all;
We happy when Deat’ angel call
Fe full we cup of joy wid gall;
Our fait’ in this life is not small—
De best to do.

An’ da’s de way we ought to live,
For pain an’ such we shouldn’ grieve,
But tek de best dat Nature give—
Da’s whe’ fe do.

God mek de wul’ fe black an’ white;
We’ll wuk on in de glad sunlight,
Keep toilin’ on wid all our might,
An’ sleep in peace when it is night:
We must strive on to gain de height,
Aldough it may not be in sight;
An’ yet perhaps de blessed right
Weill never conquer in de fight—
Still, whe’ fe do?

We’ll try an’ live as any man,
An’ fight de wul’ de best we can,
E’en though it hard fe understan’
Whe’ we mus’ do.

For da’s de way o’ dis ya wul’;
It’s snap an’ bite, an’ haul an’ pull,
An’ we all get we bellyful—
But whe’ fe do?


Winston James claims, “There is a tendency…to view the Jamaican language as a medium for comedy and satire and not for serious thought. McKay demonstrated very clearly that the language could be used for a wide range of expression” (James, 141). McKay’s “Whe’ Fe Do” uses the Jamaican language as a medium to express a doomed resignation and grudging acceptance of the peasant’s plight. In “Whe’ Fe Do?”, which simply means, “What to do?”, McKay’s speaker relates a lament of the peasant’s relentlessly arduous existence, stating,

We’ve got to wuk wid might an’ main,
To use we han’ an’ use we brain,
To toil an’ worry, ‘cheme an’ ‘train
Fe t’ings that bring more loss dan gain;
To stann’ de sun an’ bear de rain,
An’ suck we bellyful o’ pain
Widouten cry nor yet complain—
For dat caan’ do.

While McKay’s “Quashie to Buccra” depicts Jamaican peasant life as difficult but noble, and ultimately fulfilling, “Whe’ Fe Do” depicts peasant life as endless drudgery from which there is no escape, for “Life will continue so for aye.” Thus, the speaker resolves to accept his fate and “fe try/ To fight de despair drawn’ nigh.” James agrees, “There is no way out of the troubles of peasant life here, so ‘whe’ fe do?’—what can we do” (James, 64)?

Although McKay often glorifies his relationship to the Jamaican peasant culture, The bleak representation in “Whe’ Fe Do” suggests that McKay has a genuine connection to the intense suffering of his people. James notes, “At the time of these poems, the Jamaican people were experiencing unspeakable hardship, with almost no prospect of relief in sight” (James, 66). McKay’s “Whe’ Fe Do” expresses a kinship with and a deep respect for that “unspeakable hardship,” and for his countrymen, who must endure it.