Cool Runnings Storyteller

32th Installment of La Diablesse

I tried to sit up, but the bloody metal restrains dug into me wrist and after a couple seconds of pulling I stopped and laid there me wrists throbbing. A sense of helplessness came over me as I looked up at the aqua sky, small puffy clouds floated by, birds flew by mocking me with they freedom, the hard surface of the rock was assaulting every bone and muscle in me bloody back but I tried to make meself numb to the pain by concentrating on the warmth of the sun on me.

Days went by and the women came and went some talking to me but others glared real vicious like. They would always bring food and drinks, which I refused, but was forced feed, man that was such a struggle, them women held me down grunting and screaming, thank god I did not see them much during the day so I spent most of me time thinking bout Jane. I would daydream bout she smiling at me or talking softly in me ear it was almost as if she was there with me. I would think bout what the La Disablesse had in store for me they seemed to be trying to build me strength up for something, man I tell you what, me mind raced with all kinds of horrible images bout rituals and sacrifice, but the thing that concerned me the most was wither they would exact they revenge on me for whatever horrible life they lived. Depression set in like a black fog and I lay there mentally paralyzed no thoughts no images nothing it was as if I was dead already.

One early morning, I was laying on the makeshift alter deep in thought when the young girl who had brought me food days ago came in and sat a tray of food next to me. She unlocked the shackles from me wrist and I sat up and forced meself to smile at she, she was so young and small I somehow felt less threatened by she. She tossed the shackles on the ground next to the alter and picked up the tray and handed it to me.

“Are you alright? She asked she face close to mine she hazel eyes lifeless. She smelt like jasmine,

“I am fine.” I said trying to portray me toughest persona.

“That’s too bad,” she said climbing up on the Alter. I tried to move away but she grabbed me face and sunk she frigging teeth into me nose, I screamed as I dropped the tray and tried to bring me arms up to push she away, but she bloody teeth was buried deep into the cartilage of me nose, a voice in me was yelling knock she off you fool she is just a child. I heard me skin rip as she moved she head from side to side voracious like a lioness tearing the meat off of its prey. I kept screaming me voice disappearing unable to facilitate the high octave of me screams, little bastard, wait until I get me strength back, she was the first one I would kill. The pain was not limited to me nose, there was more pain in me back as I trashed round on the alter trying to escape.

Then as suddenly as the attack began, it came to an abrupt end as she was yanked from me. I reached up and touched me nose making sure it was still there damn thing felt like raw frigging meat. There was a struggle going on in the sand next to me I wiped the tears from me eyes trying to get a look at what was going on, one of the women was holding on to the girl as she fought desperately to break lose, the woman tossed she round like a frigging rag doll pick she up then threw she to the ground. The girl landed on all fours and looked up at me growling like a rabid dog.

“Get out!” the woman shouted and the girl got up and disappeared through the entrance of the cave. The woman turned to me a hint of compassion she eyes.

“Let me take a look at that,” she said, I turned me head away from she but she grabbed hold of me chin and pulled me head round.

“Nasty, nasty,” she said looking closely at me nose she big gray coloured eyes assessing the damage.

“I will be right back,” she said and she turned and walked away leaving a musky sent lingering in the air. I lay there breathing through me mouth, tasting blood as it trickled down me nose and into me mouth. I tried not to move so as not to agitate me bruised back but not even me immobility helped stop the pain. The woman came back with an enamel bowl in she hands climbed onto the Alter and sat down on me grinding she pelvis,then she started wiping me face with a wet rag it was warm and felt good against me throbbing nose. Me nurse on the other hand was being less than gentle in she efforts to clean me wounds, she scrubbed and wiped talking the whole bloody time, I blocked out she words trying to think of ways to get to hell out of there.

When she was done doctoring, she sat on top of me still gyrating, bloody saints here we go. I tried me best not to make eye contact with she.

“Why, don’t you want to look at me?” she asked waiting for an answer. When she realized I was not going to say a damn thing she jerked me head round so I looked into she eyes.

“You should not have tried to escape that little stunt made everyone in here vexed with you, maybe you should not fight back, just accept your fate.” I looked into she eyes; they were so big it seemed as if she eyelids were too small to cover them, she large nose protruded from she long face overlapping she thin hard lips. She smiled at me showing two rows of teeth that looked like she was chewing on trees for the last lifetime.

“What is my long term fate?” I demanded, she started to talk it was as if I was not even in the damn cave with she.

“Many ah men have tried to escape from us over the years, but I have kept a watchful eye. I did not want to hit you over the head the other day, but it had to be done.” She voice faded away as she drifted off into she thoughts; the whole time grinding down on me closing she eyes at intervals, I tried not to get aroused but the more she moved the less control I had of me body. She stopped moving and sat on top me for a few moments she eyes closed then abruptly she got up, jumped off the Alter and walked to the entrance of the cave.

“I will come back for the tray later.” I looked down at the spilled food me nose still throbbing then lay down and looked up at the sky, I tell you what, I felt like a bloody animal waiting to be slaughtered or something. The sun was beginning to hide itself behind a dark cloud and for the life of me I could not keep me bloody eyes opened and when they were closed, images of what may be in store for me invaded me thoughts.

Me nose was still throbbing and small waves of pain flowed through me head every time I moved any part of me face. I thought of the little girl, man did I misjudge the little demon stupid me, found out the hard way how strong the bond between the women was.

Sleep crept up on me like a Ju Ju stealing the soul from me body and I submitted and welcomed the darkness. I dreamed about home the rose garden the sound of mangoes falling from the tree Dexter singing as he picked the fruit up. I also saw Alison in me dreams she was standing in the corner of she room with a disappointed look on she face.

Parts Obeah Storyteller

From Obeah

They stood in a large room. There were twelve feet tall pillars that held up the stoned ceiling. The room was square and there were no windows, just the flicker of the lights from the torches that lined the walls. Shadows danced on the walls and on the floor, as a mysterious breeze swept through the room. On the far side, a wooden door opened, it creaked disturbing the eerie silence. Slowly Ampah’s mother walked out followed by the little people. They were so excited they were barely able to contain themselves. They jumped up and down clapping their hands and shouting. They walked to the centre of the room and stopped forming a circle around Ampah’s mother.

“Come get her boy, is that not the reason you are here?” The little woman said poking Ampahs mother on her side with her club,

“Go ahead mother, sing for you little boy,” she said then giggled. Ampah’s mother began to sing. He recognized the melody from his childhood. His mother sang that to him when he was younger and too afraid of the dark. Ampah started to move towards them but Akosua held him back. She looked around and saw shadows move against the wall next to a hallway to the left of the little people. About ten shadows formed on the walls and then a line of Ju Jus came into the room. With every step they took small bells jingled echoing in the empty space. They wore colourful outfits that had small mirrors stuck all over. Their faces were covered with powder, making them look chalk white. Dark vacant holes were where their eyes should be. They had white gloves on, and held small pouches that they shook over their heads as they moved. Their clothes were baggy, giving the impression that there was air between their skin and the thin material of their garments. The pants they wore came down to just above their knees and were lined with frills. As they stomped, they chanted, their voices deep and guttural.

“Baron Samedi ou prel pini,” They stopped in front of the little people and evil smiles appeared on their faces. Their black eyes turned white then black again, their tongues were black and darted in and out of their mouths.

“Short Knees!” Akosua shouted,

The Short Knees stopped stomping and stood silent for a second holding the pouches above their heads. Then in a blur they brought the pouches down spraying powder into the air. The room became a thick white mist that blinded Akosua and her warriors. They coughed and sneezed, as powder floated into the air, then fell to the floor,, turning the brick floor from dark red to white. The Short Knees was stomping again, the jingle of the bells and white powder made it feel like Christmas and All Saints were the same celebration. When the powder settled, and Akosua and her warriors were able to see again, Ampah’s mother, the little people and the Short Knees had disappeared. Akosua sneezed then looked up. Standing before them were eight Soucouyants, the wives of the Ligaroos, they were just as fierce as their husbands. The devil women stood, their skinless bodies glistened in the light from the torches, salvia dripped from their mouths, and their red eyes stared intently at Akosua and her warriors. Akosua took the club that was soaked in the salt from Nykene Mountain from her belt and prepared for an attack. Suddenly the Soucouyants attacked. The first beast charged at Akosua and morphed into a bear. At first it came at Akosua on all four legs, but when it was close to her it stood up. The beast towered over her, its mouth open, its head trashing from side to side sending saliva floating everywhere. It swung its large paw just as Akosua swung her club.

The Soucouyant behind her changed into a cougar, its teeth almost as big as a ram’s horn. It jumped at Ampah; its large body blocked the light from the torch behind it, and for a second Ampah was not prepared for the attack and was knocked to the ground. The cougar stood over him saliva dripped from its mouth onto Ampah’s face. The boy fumbled on his belt to retrieve his pouch with the salt pellets, then grinded a handful into the cougar’s eyes. The beast roared, then jumped off of him and disappeared into the dark. The last two Soucouyants turned into giant wolves. Their canine scent filled the air as they rushed at the warriors. The warriors retaliated, swinging their clubs, warding off their attackers

Parts Obeah Storyteller

The Ligaroo King (From the nove Obeah)

The Ligaroo King (From the nove Obeah)

From the dark, behind the throne, an imposing figure walked out of the jungle and stood in front of it. His head and face had completely transformed into a wolf, His shoulders were broad, and his muscles were twice as big as Donkor’s. His teeth curved down like fangs, and they were so big it seemed his mouth was unable to be all the way closed. He held a sword in his right hand as he stood and looked around. He still wore his captain’s uniform,, only the tunic was cut off at the sleeves. There were medals on his lapel, and on his head was the captain’s hat tilted to the side, too small to cover his massive head. His pants were cut off at the knees, barely able to contain his muscular legs. He was barefoot and his toes looked human, but had long nails that curved downwards. Akosua turned to the others. Her heart pounded so hard her vision blurred with every beat.

“That’s the Ligaroo King,” she said, more to herself than to her friends. She turned back and looked at the beast. He had sat down on the throne. More Jumbies walked into the clearing, and soon it was filled with the living dead singing and dancing, their expressions blank, as if they were forced to participate. The Ligaroo King stood up and raised his hand with the sword. The crowd became silent, some rocking back and forth. He lowered his sword and began to speak,

“As I stand here talking to you, the little witch and her friends are out there somewhere with an evil plan to attack and destroy us. They believe they can come to our island and rescue their people. Steal our slaves and make them free.” He shouted, stopped, and looked around, then let out a bellowing laugh. It roared through the jungle causing some animals to retreat with fear, the crowd rocked back and forth, the shadows from the light moved on their faces.
“Baron Samedi has informed me of their presence, he says they are prepared to fight till they get what they want, freedom, but little does she know we are prepared for them. So little Obeah Woman, I know you are out there, show yourself, let us see if you and you good spirits can defeat us,” he shouted. Akosua turned to the others, Ampah and Kwao looked at her. She did not say anything. She turned back to the Ligaroo King. He threw his head back and laughed.

“Just like I thought, maybe you need some incentive,” he said and waited. It was strangely quiet especially with the amount of people that was in the clearing. The he turned and growled into the dark.

“Bring the sacrifices out!” His voice boomed. Out of the dark, from behind the throne, the little woman and her friends led Akosua’s and Ampah’s mothers into the clearing. Akosua gasped at the sight of her mother. Her dreadlocks were cut off, and her bald head shined in the light form the torches. She wore a tattered white dress and moved like the walking dead, her eyes vacant. The morbid procession stopped in front of the Ligaroo King. The beast looked down on them, and then took a step towards Ampah’s mother. The woman did not move, she stood, not even looking at him, a defeated expression on her face. He placed his sword back in his belt, then reached out and caressed Ampah’s mother’s face. Ampah moved like he was going to run into the clearing, but Akosua touched him, and he stopped, his whole body shook.. Akosua turned and looked at the Ligaroo King and his captives. The beast had sat back on his throne.

“Sit them down there,” he said, pointing to two chairs that a Ligaroo had brought into the clearing. The Little people poked at the women, as they followed them, jumping and giggling all the way. They danced and raised their hands above their heads, as if thanking the Loas for their good fortune. Akosua turned to her friends,
We will rescue them once the Ligaroo and his friends have evoked the evil spirits and is deep in their trances,” she said. Ampah stood an impatient expression on his face.

“Don’t worry Ampah, they only sacrifice when they are satisfied that the evil Loas will accept their offerings,” she said, resting a reassuring hand on Ampah’s shoulder. He nodded, visible trying to contain himself. Akosua turned back to the Ligaroo King and his followers. They had lit the bonfire. Some of the congregation was dancing around it, their bodies twisted into positions that otherwise would be impossible, their eyes rolled around until only white was showing.


Revolotion )March 13th 1979)

Today marks the anniversary of the Grenadian revolution. On that day I woke up to my mother bursting in screaming “The communist are taking over.” It was the first time I saw real fear in my mother’s eyes. I jumped up and followed her to the living room. The transistor radio was on. The Announcer was screaming instructions at the revolutionaries, letting them know where pockets of resistants’ were. It was strangely quiet, I heard no cars, no voices of children going to school but most of all there was a revolution but no sounds of gunshots, no sound of a war raging. The world seem different, like something, not scary, I did not believe the the islanders would harm anyone, we are not by nature violent, but somehow the would seemed to get just a little grey for me.

POEMS Storyteller

Cultureshock vs Mistrust (January 30th 1986)

As they rejoice over their victory
I feel it again, it is that knot in my stomach
That feeling of defeat, that lack of trust
I live vicariously among them
Knowing that within a second they can turn on me
For I think different, I see the world differently
Today the world is grey again
The clouds hang over my head like an atomic mushroom
I see faces I encounter everyday
Yet I don’t really recognize them
Their faces bare smiles, but in their hearts lurk a dark shadow
We are first world, we know best
You are just jealous because we can kill you in a heartbeat
A dubious thing to be proud of
Their rhetoric covers the earth like smoke from an oil fire
Their souls are covered with religious lies
So I live walking on eggshells
Waiting for the day when my words are misinterpreted
And they become offended and they turn on me like sharks on the attack
And they will try to devour me
Until that day I will live with my soul in my hands
My eyes wide open to the truth
For all I have is myself
Now tell me, is that the way life should be lived


Parts Dirty Immigrant Storyteller

Realli Ralphie From the novel I am A dirty Immigrant)

Here is another story about our illustrious police force. I was living above a headstone store, an ugly blue building.  One late afternoon in the summer, I was walking to the radio station to hang out with some friends of mine.  Yes, I do a radio show. What can I say? I am a jack of all trades, master of two: being tall and being good-looking. Anyway, I got to the entrance of a parking lot just outside my apartment when a police cruiser pulled in front of me. Hell I almost walked right into the vehicle. The cop, a remarkable resemblance to Ralphie from the movie, “A Christmas Story,” barked at me to come to the window. I took a step back and asked him what the problem was. He stated he was looking for someone and asked my name. I told him and he looked at me suspiciously, and then said I was not the one he was looking for. No shit. How many seven-foot tall men with a large Afro did this man know? I almost said something, but I remembered in the movie, Ralphie sitting on top the bully, beating the shit out of him. When he saw the expression on my face, he quickly changed his reason. He said that he stopped me because I looked like I needed help. I looked around; the only people on the street were some Asian students. Maybe he thought they might have used Karate to attack and rob me.  I had just come back to town a couple months before and this one I had never seen before. I believe he was trying to let me know it was his town and no immigrant was going to cause trouble.




The Encounter (From the novel La Diablesse)

She ran back into the yard and stopped, looked at the bushes then slowly she walked up to it, hell; she was going to get to the bottom of this one way or the other. She parted the bushes and went in, the ocean crashed against the rocks like thunder on a stormy night, crickets and frogs chorused a haunting melody, dried tree branches popped and cracked as she stepped on them. She got to where the bushes were thickest when suddenly someone pushed she to the ground she head bounced off the dirt and the night turned florescent white, she rolled over onto she back just as a woman in a white dress jumped on top of she.

“Give up you Yanky whore. He is mine now”

“Who are you?” Jane asked she voice a mere whisper, the woman threw she head back and laughed 

“Believe me you little bitch, you don’t want to know, now go back to your precious Appalachian mountains there is nothing you can do, right now ceremonies are being performed and when they are done he will be mine to play with.” The woman leaned down she long nose poking Jane’s cheek. 

“Never!” Jane screamed. A dog started barking just beyond the bushes. 

“Ahhhh, you are one hard headed little bitch, well I tried to talk some sense into you but nooooo, well have it your way.”  The woman wrapped she fingers round Jane’s neck and began squeezing darkness descended on Jane flashes of red and yellow popped in the sky behind the woman like fireworks, the ocean, the frogs and the crickets became one buzzing sound Jane was giving up but right before she passed out images of she family popped in and out of she head and she grew angry and she felt round in the dirt trying to find something to defend sheself and finally she right had rested on a rock the size of a large grapefruit. She picked it up and swung, the rock hit the side of the woman’s head with a sickening thud, blood sprayed out of a large gash on she temple and she fell sideways. Jane scrambled to she feet the rock still in she hand the woman slowly get to she feet wiped some of the blood from she head and drew a cross on she face.

“You will pay for that you bitch” and she began to walk towards Jane but there was a deafening growl as the dog ran into the bushes and attacked the woman, she picked the animal up and swung it into the air, but the dog was determined and immediately got up and charged at she. She turned and ran into the bushes, not one leaf moving as she went. Jane stumbled out of the bushes all the way back to she dorm.

POEMS Storyteller

Day of the riots (Writter 1976 Grenada riots)

I stand on the edge of nowhere

A place where civilization and common sense part ways

I hear a baby cry and I wanted to go to her

But my legs refuse to move

A woman moans in pain next to me

But I don’t turn around for fear she might need me

Grown men on their hands and knees

Waiting for me to help yet still I don’t move

An old lady walks up to me

“Are you ok Sonny” she asks

My name is Andy I swim through the clouds and always come out on the other side

“Are you going to help them?”

My name is Andy I take care of the world

But I can’t help asking, who is going to take care of me.

Parts Obeah Storyteller

When Jab Jabs Attack, real bad Ju Ju (From the novel Obeah)

Jab Jabs!” she shouted, as she moved out of the way of one of the devils. The Jab Jabs all had clubs that they swung as they charged. Henry swung his machete at one of the Jab Jabs; the demon looked at him in disbelief, and then looked at his own body. There was a long cut that went from his chest to his waist. Ashes spilled out of him cascading down his legs and onto the ground creating a small mound of ashes at his feet. He looked back up at Henry, then vanished leaving a cloud of ash floating in the air. Out of the corner of her eyes, Akosua saw a Jab Jab coming towards her, his club held over his head. She waited until he was close, sidestepped, and pushed him into a tree. The Jab Jab melted into the tree trunk and an ear splitting crack filled the rock valley as the tree exploded. It hit the ground and the valley shook. The Jab Jabs came in waves, their voices suddenly echoing through the valley, trees shook and swayed, leaves curled as if hiding with fear. “This way!” Donkor shouted as he pushed around Akosua. Akosua and the others followed fighting off Jab Jabs as they went. The jab Jabs disappeared every time they were struck, but more of them appeared out of thin air. They ran until they were at the edge of the jungle looking down to the middle of the mountain top. It was like looking down on a snow covered field. The Jab Jabs were fast approaching and they turned around to confront the wave of demons. Akosua swung her Machete and two Jab Jabs disappeared, she coughed as the air around her became a mist of ashes. Their red tongues stretched out, their red eyes blazing but somehow seemed lifeless. Akosua jumped down onto the white ground and Henry and the warriors followed her.   The mountaintop echoed with crunches as they landed on the white earth. Kwao hesitated, his back to the Jab Jabs. One of them hurled his body at Kwao and disappeared into him. The boy stumbled forward onto the white ground. He turned and looked at Akosua and stretched his arm out. At first he looked like he was pleading for help, but instead, his expression changed into a menacing stare. Without saying a word he raised his machete and charged at her. Donkor raised his machete just as Kwao brought his down. The sound of metal against metal echoed loudly. Kwao raised his machete again and Donkor stepped back and blocked Kwao’s swing with his machete. Donkor stumbled back leaving Akosua exposed to Kwao’s attack. The boy lunged at Akosua, ash exploded from his mouth. Akosua looked into his eyes it was turning red. His tongue was stretched out; it was slowly changing from pink to red. The change started from the tip of his tongue, and soon his whole mouth was red. Slowly, he began to turn an ashy colour, the change going up his arm to his body. Akosua prepared herself for his charge, but before he got to her Adofo had wrapped his arm around Kwao from behind. Kwao struggled, his eyes completely red, his tongue had turned into blood red and the upper half of his body was ash coloured. He continued to struggled and almost escaped Adofo’s hold, but Donkor had rushed over and grabbed him. Suddenly his whole body jerked and he leaned forward and threw up violently. Grey bile spilled out of his mouth, and the white ground melted as the grey liquid landed on it. Kwao staggered and stumbled backwards as Adofo and Donkor struggled to hold him up. Akosua walked up to him, the bile bubbled on the white ground fizzed, then disappeared. Akosua touched his face and he opened his eyes. She reached into her sack and pulled her Aron. She shook it over Kwao’s head, its sound echoed with the sound of the wind in the trees. Slowly, Kwao began to look like himself again. The red in his eyes dissolved, as puffs of ash floated out of them. His tongue returned to a healthy pink hue as he coughed out ash. The skin on his arm moved as if the ash was rolling around right under it. It trailed down his arm then escaped through the tips of his fingers in small puffs of ash.. He straightened up and looked around. “What happened?” he asked, Akosua put her Aron back in the sack. “You were possessed by the Jab Jab,” she said. She turned and looked at the others; they were all facing the Jab Jabs anticipating an attack. The demons stood, as if stopped by an invincible wall, their red eyes wild, and their tongues hanging out of their mouths.