A rough guesstimate, based on my own observance while in the tenth grade of high school, put the percentage of school fights caused by the utterance,“yuh madda” in the high 70’s. If the school principal back then had run a tally of reasons why disheveled, bleeding schoolboys were presented before him daily, surely the ‘drawing’ of the ‘madda cyaad’ would be at the top of the list.
Not just confined within Jamaican borders, the 'madda cyaad' is THE universal invitation to start a fight. In the United States, it’s often expressed in the black community as any insult beginning (or ending) with, “yo momma”. In the United Kingdom, I’m almost certain that the expression is “your mum” (they're a bit more proper you see!).
For the uninformed, the 'madda cyaad' is an insult or disrespectful expression spoken by one person about another’s mother. It’s easy to imagine the hurt and pain this causes to the person on the receiving end, hence its effectiveness.
The 'madda cyaad' was particularly deadly when used as a comeback and indeed, there was a time I recall, as a schoolboy, when usage of it really got out of hand and was almost viral in its spread. During this period, any innocent statement uttered by a classmate could be met by an offensive reply.
So, at that time, typical 4th form exchanges would go something like this:1st boy: Yuh ugly like…
2nd boy: Yuh madda?
…and then the fight would start!
1st boy: Ha ha, yuh fail di test!
2nd boy: Yeah...despite all those extra lessons from yuh madda!
…and another fight would start!
Indeed, if the most disciplined, self-assured teacher’s pet could be riled up to the point of tears and clenched fists on hearing his mother insulted, you can just imagine the regular bad-egg kid being dissed with such an insult. Surely, one would be begging for a fight if they were the source of that insult.
The madda cyaad though, has its benefits. Because of it, we were taught many essential life lessons. We learnt to be quick-witted and to think on our feet. Others aquired the qualities of self control, and long-suffering (especially if you happened to be weak, puny and incapable of defending your mother’s honour). Yes, these qualities surely toughened us up and made us into strong Jamaicans... and for an unfortunate few, possibly scarred for life!