The day Rovman Powell’s mother Joan Plummer found out she was pregnant, her partner asked her to have an abortion. He broke the relationship and decided to go his own way. At the beginning of every month she used to say to herself, “If I can finish this month, I can do it for another month”.
He did odd jobs to support himself, and Powell turned out to be, in his words, a “jumping nine-and-a-half-pound kid.” “No adjective is enough to describe my mother. I just cook for myself, just for me to go to school, clothes for people,” says Powell in a documentary-series produced by the Caribbean Premier League. I grew up doing their laundry to do the laundry.”
“Whenever I’m faced with tough challenges, I say to myself, ‘Listen, I’m not doing this for myself… I’m doing it for my mother, my sister. Maybe if I do it for myself’ I would have stopped. I am doing this for the people I love so that they can live a better life that I had in my childhood. She is an incredible woman.”
When his sixth grade teacher, Nicholas Dhillon, gave the class an activity to do for his father, he found Powell in tears. “Sir I don’t know my father. That’s why I can’t do it,” the child will say. Life was not easy. If days were spent scratching around for a living – like a boy Powell reared goats, grazed them for some money in his small community, nights too often proved to be a curse It used to be especially rainy nights.
It was an unpublished structure with a crooked tin roof that they lived in, says Powell. Two rooms in total, and “one used for cooking.” A small community in the woods in the bowels of Jamaica, the family crumbles under the leadership of Mother’s dignity.
The mattress used to get wet when it rained at night. So, they would move it to the center of the room, dripping water around them. He used to put his mother to sleep and kept an eye on the water falling down from the ceiling, making sure that it did not reach the mattress in the middle. “He always saw himself as a big boy, a man of the house,” the mother smiles. She would gently persuade him, and let the children sleep as much as possible. “So that they get some rest before school in the morning”.
Rovman Powell plays a shot while batting for Delhi Capitals. (source: iplt20.com)
Life continued in this vein, one day when he came back home from school with a bat in his hand. Joan, the mother, remembers that day vividly. He had just told her there was “just a little food” for him and his sister, when the boy replied, “Don’t worry mom, I’m going to lift you out of poverty with a cricket.”
It’s a beautiful moment in her life, and it’s heart-warming in her retelling of the CPL show. She breaks down with the prettiest smile one can imagine, tears rush to the edge of her saucer-eye, and she throws her head back with a smile. “That day he told me. I never doubted him. I gave my support.”
hunger for excellence
On Thursday, he hit a whirlwind fifty as he smashed sixes and fours off Umran Malik, another boy whose fame from a vegetable vendor’s son has touched hearts this season. Powell, tearing a muscle, hit the white ball as if his life depended on it.
In some ways it is. “I have an appetite that I want to compare with the top cricketers around the world. When people sit and talk about the good cricketers they have seen, Rovman Powell has to be the name. Rarely has the self felt so humble in the context of a third person. It’s like he’s reading a dream, a vision statement about his life, before he continues, “There’s still a long way to go. Keep doing what I’m doing, keep improving.” And I’ll get there.
When he gets there, he won’t be alone. His mother and sister, of course, understand his grateful waves, but the way he describes his father says a lot. “I am thankful to him for donating his sperm to get me here, to be a sperm donor. I don’t have any hard feelings towards him. The days of looking for him are gone. It was hard, not everyone nice Will do when they should.”
At the end of the show, he stays with his mother and sister in their new home, looking at some pictures he bought for them. A picture of him is revealed while celebrating a century in Harare, Zimbabwe. Powell, whose mother described her as “quiet, always cheerful, easy to get along with”: “When I get my first girl, my beautiful little daughter, one day, I’ll call her Harare!”
Brian Lara named his daughter Sydney after scoring a double century at the city’s famous SCG ground. The sister, with Michael Holding-ish humor about her (once holding a joke about Lara, “Thankfully she didn’t get a century in Lahore!”) responds, “What if it was a boy? !” Powell fumbles for words, “I don’t know, Zimbabwean boy?!” And a sweet laugh filled the room. The mother also finds her voice when she lovingly slaps the back of the boy who told her that one day he would lift her out of poverty by cricket, “can’t wait for my granddaughter”.
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