They formed part of a vast crowd that had assembled to commemorate life and philosophy of towering figure that was Bob Marley, who died of cancer, aged 36, in 1981. A musical tribute, in form of a free concert, was paid by likes of Youssou N’Dour, Baaba Maal and Angelique Kidjo.

There’s no question that Marley’s music captured world’s imagination and was instrumental in establishing reggae as pre-eminent world-music from 1970s to late 80s. He came to global prominence with his group The Wailers – who initially formed in 1963, securing quick credibility in Jamaica with a number of hits, produced under guidance of Coxone Dodd.

International recognition was slower in coming – Marley even had a spell working on a car assembly line in USA in 1969 – and only materialised once a deal with Island Records had been signed and collaboration with producer Lee Perry established sound that came to define Bob Marley and Wailers to millions of fans around planet. With backing vocals of I-Threes (including Bob’s wife Rita) and a new line-up in 1974, Marley bandwagon began to roll in earnest.

Being seven, can be very arkward. You're no longer cute and cuddley anymore, but your still far from being grown up. At seven, I was still my Mom's charge. Wherever she went, I had to follow.

I was strangest little Kid. I wasn't interested in anything. Every thing just seemed to be a bore, and I couldn't understand why I was a little Kid.

My Mom was always losing me. She would make me go shopping with her, and I would think, "oh, more shopping, I'm going to sleep."

So, I would crawl under a display or something and go to sleep.

After a while, all sales girls would be on alert whenever I would walk into a department store, because they knew I was going to find some place to hide away. But worst place was sand box.

Whenever my Mom would take me to sand box, I would think, "oh, no, I have to be around all those Kids that think this is fun."

I mean after putting sand in your pail once, thrill is gone.

So of course, I would go right to sleep in sandbox. But ultimate low was Kindergarten. All of these kids playing with little blocks and making a mess with all those crayons. I went right to sleep on that.

The teacher would say to my Mom, "I don't understand your Son, he refuses to stay awake in my class."

I thought, "oh, let me hurry and grow up. Life as a little Kid, is just too boring."

I mean really, I felt like I had nothing in common with junior set. Then, this was almost a bright note.

Someone from a modeling agency noticed me sound asleep in sandbox one day and said to my Mom, "Your Son is really handsome, I would like to model him."

I thought, "hey, that might be interesting."

But no. My Mom said, "I want my Son to have a normal childhood and not have to grow up with cameras everywhere."