I’m writing this anonymously because Jamaica small. People read, people talk, and people add your name to a story you never told. Still, some truths need a witness, even if the witness has to keep their face in the crowd.
This is about real estate, but it’s also about culture, power, and the quiet ways doors get opened—or kept closed. It’s about returning home as a Jamaican who has lived abroad, thinking you understand the place because it lives in your bones, then realising that the rules of engagement are… different. If you’re an expat coming back to work in property—agent, broker, developer, surveyor, whatever—this is for you. If you’ve never left but you’re trying to move upward, it’s for you too.
It begins with friendship. Or what looks like it.
You meet someone who calls you “friend.” You eat together, laugh together, share drinks and stories, meet families, celebrate small wins. On the surface, the fellowship is real. But when the calendar fills with networking events—those quiet …
