Friend or Foe: A Walk-Through of Jamaica’s Real Estate Culture (Behind-the-Curtain Mix)
Evening in Kingston. The light falls off the Blue Mountains and the city feels like a cleared lot—full of promise if the ground is sound. But ground isn’t just soil; it’s people, motives, and the rooms where decisions happen.
This is a note from someone coming home to build—Jamaican by birth, shaped elsewhere—learning that a warm welcome isn’t a foundation. By day, everyone says the base is firm. At dusk, hairline cracks.
Property is the lens; culture is the structure. What looks open on the surface can be sealed underneath—polished brochures, chilled glasses, and overlapping circles of school ties, parishes, and family names. The question is simple: who gets the call before the meeting?
