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Made

Man-made fireflies on the hillside, I can see their flashes, I can hear the bark.

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Dark Side

Last night I dreamt that I stood at the edge of a cliff and looked up at the light of the first house built on the dark side of the moon.

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42nd Installment of Obeah

He woke up with a start and looked around. It was even darker; he thought he was still in his dreamless sleep. He thought he saw a white flash, but dismissed it as his mind playing tricks on him. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but he had this sick feeling that someone or something was moving around in the dark. He opened his eyes and lay there staring up into the dark afraid to move. Suddenly, a female voice whispered into his ear sending chills down his spine. He sat up and looked around. In the dark, he saw the shadows of the Bokor and the boy and girl lying next to him. He tried to peer in the direction of Akosua, but could not see anything. He looked around for a second then smiled to himself; his imagination had to be playing tricks on him.

“Coward,” he muttered,

He lay back down and closed his eyes, but he heard feet shuffle and lifted his head and looked around. The moon must have come out from behind a cloud, because some florescent light seeped through the thick leafy branches of the willow trees. He sat up and scanned the area around him. Small spotlights of silver escaped through the grove of trees. He saw a shadow walk away from where the Bokors had settled down. He waited until the shadow disappeared beyond the beams of silver lights, then got up and followed. He looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, but nobody else moved. He picked up his machete and followed the Bokor. For a second, he thought he should tell Akosua and Adofo what was going on, but he thought if he figured out what was going on, he would be accepted and trusted by the whole group. He tried to be quiet and watch where he was going, but the moonlight did not shine where he was, and he stomped his right foot on a rock. It hurt, and he placed his hand over his mouth. The Bokor materialized into a spot where the moonlight shined through. He walked as if in a trance, his head still, and his steps short and deliberate. He stopped and raised his hand as if reaching out to someone. He started walking again and disappeared beyond the moonlight. Henry tightened his grip on his machete and followed.

He followed the Bokor for about ten minutes going in and out of the moonbeams. Henry walked out of the cluster of willow trees and into the opening next to a stream. The moonlight shined silver on the running water, the sparkle almost hypnotized him. The Bokor stopped just in front of him, so Henry retreated under one of the trees and watched. The man stood looking into the bushes on the other side of the creek. Henry kept looking, wondering what he was up to. A mosquito bit into Henry’s arm and he almost slapped it, but stopped himself and just grinded the insect onto his skin. Suddenly from the bushes, a portion of white material appeared. Henry parted the willow branches and peeped out at the man. Slowly, a woman walked out of the bushes and looked over at the Bokor. He did not move, as the woman walked towards him. Her eyes looked like burning coals; she wore a beautiful wide brimmed hat and a white veil over her face. She was dressed exquisitely, her white blouse had puffy sleeves, and she wore a long white petti coat skirt. She walked with a slight limp, but yet her movements were graceful.

She stopped in front of the Bokor and for a second they looked at each other like long lost lovers reunited. Slowly she stretched her right hand out and the Bokor took it. She pulled him towards her and they began to dance. Her white blouse shimmered silver in the moonlight. Henry was reminded of the dances he saw the colonists do at parties on the plantation. They stopped dancing and began to kiss, then they let go and looked into each other eyes. The orange glows that were her eyes flickered red while she kissed him. She turned away from him and started walking towards the jungle. The Bokor stood for a second, as if making up his mind on wither to follow her. His body swayed forward, then backward. She stopped and looked back at him. He took a tentative step towards her. She stretched her arm out and like a Jumbie he moved towards her.

Henry stepped out from under the willow tree. He tried to scream, he heard the words in his head, but no sound came out of his mouth. He tried to walk towards them, but after he took one step he could not move. Cold chills ran through his body, then his skin tingled and he was hot. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw another woman walking towards him. He tried to run, and at first he thought he was moving, but suddenly she was in front of him. A sudden weakness took over his body and the machete fell from his fingers. A wolf howled in the jungle, and for a second Henry felt normal again. The stream sparkled as it trickled around rocks; a bird flew over his head squawking. He bent down to pick up his machete, but the woman lifted her petti coat skirt and kicked him with a hoofed leg. The moon grew smaller as he fell backwards. The stars twinkled, even on the jungle floor. The woman turned and ran for the jungle as several shadowy figures ran after her. Henry slipped into unconsciousness.

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One in, One out

Hey, hey, you see those dark splatters, yeah, the ones that are floating in the lights of the orange flares. Ha ha ha ha, that’s God crying blood. Can you feel the vibration, can you see the blur with every boom, that’s the devil laughing. Thirty wasted years, millions of wasted moments, thousands of daydreams evaporated. One migrate, one separate, one in stalemate. Yeah, begin in the beginning, end up in the beginning. Psst, Psst, come closer, I will whisper this. Stand in the splatter, give a whole new meaning to washed in the blood while you stand in the fire spitting ice to cool down. Demons are memories, he he he he he, they are not lurking, not hiding, just there. Friends and foe, lovers that are loveless. Yes, yes, looks like a roll to me. A roll that starts in the middle and ends before the end. Premature, unfinished, stop.

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Tomorrow, Obeah tune in

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Banana Trance

It is early morning, like 2am, I had just came back from the local rumshop, not drunk, just tired from running around. I opened the door and walked into the living room. I did not turn the light on for fear of waking Mommy Charles up. I was breaking one of her rules, never come in after midnight. I struggled ti take my shoes off in the dark, hopping around making more noise than I wanted to. I stumped my foot on the centre table, hissed a little, my toes throbbing with pain. I shushed myself and listened, no Mommy Charles. I tiptoed towards the kitchen, got to the door and stopped, took a deep breath. Looks like mommy Charles had gone into the garden in the back yard and picked some fresh bananas. I closed my eyes and inhaled. I loved the smell of fresh, ripe bananas, reminded me of going up to the countryside to visit family. Ahhh that smell permeated the village.Standing there in the dark, it felt like i was standing in the middle of a plantation, a slight breeze sweeping through it, the banana leaves whistling a little, goats bleated somewhere in the dark, an own hooted in the nearby mango tree. I stood there, hypnotized by my imagination and the scent of the bananas. Suddenly it was bright. i opened my eyes and looked down at the bowl of bananas. I felt as if someone was looking at me. I slowly turned around and I came face to face with an angry Mommy Charles. I should have gone straight to bed and not get emtranced by the scent of those bloody bananas.

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Its here every sunday……Obeah

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36th Installment of La Diablesse Tomorrow

36th Installment of La Diablesse

Jane is on the move trying to find out what Happened to Ian, watch little West Virginia girl, you don’t know anything about the La Diablesse, you don’t kno0w anything about Obeah. Walk lightly, watch your back, because there are spirits you know nothing about. What will Jane find, tune in.

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Father’s Shadow

From that day on they spent as much time as they could together. Andre was happy; he had stopped chasing girls, and had slowed down on his drinking. Claudette was a nice girl, and he tried his best to show her the utmost respect.          

            Wah wrong wid yuh boi” the shadow asked. Andre ignored him, “Don ignore me damn it,”

            “What do you want?” Andre asked

            “OHhhh listen to de island boi wid he high affluent Yankee accent, What do you want?” The shadow said,

            “You jus jealous dat’s all,” Andre said trying to sound more like his old self, like an islander then got up and went into the bathroom of the small dorm room. He turned on the light but as soon as he sat down on the toilet seat The Shadow walked through the closed door.

            “Who yuh tink yuh is eh? Did yuh tink you go become a bigshot and leave old shadow behind. Never, I go be here and dere is notten yuh could do about it,”

            “Oh really, we go see bout that,” Andre barked back. Suddenly the shadow was right in front of him, its red eyes floating right in front of his nose. The shadow inhaled and blew. A small puff of black escaped its mouth. Andre tried to move away, but the small cloud went into his nose and mouth stifling him,

            “Nobody gets away from me, nobody leaves me behind. Wey yuh go I go, who yuh marry I marry, when yuh shit I is shitting too.” The Shadow said. Small puff of black came out of his white mouth with every word. Andre sucked in hard but inhaled nothing.

            “Ah could kill yuh right now if Ah is ready to,” The Shadow said then inhaled and the puff of black trailed out of Andre’s mouth he saw it go into The Shadows mouth and down to its stomach.

            “Now I is in charge and know dis, yuh could fight all yuh want, but I go win in de end.” The Shadow disappeared, small puffs of black floated in front of Andre for a second. The light came back on and he got up and stumbled back to his bed. He lay there for a second to catch his breath, then got up, went to his dresser, and got a small bottle of rum and drank the whole thing.  

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31th Installment of La Diablesse

I must have fallen asleep because when I opened me eyes the torches were lit up in a perfect circle round the cave. Yellow and red glows cast long shadows on the walls that scurried back and forth when the torches light flickered in the breeze. I sat up, me damn back ached from lying on the alter so long. I looked round, there was no one else in the cave with me so I stood up and stretched trying to get some of the kinks out of me joints. I took one last look round making sure there was no one else in the cave then slowly walked to the area where I say the girl came in, I mean, this could be a perfect chance for me to try a thing and escape.

I walked to the entrance taking one step at a time cautiously looking round, me heart racing as the vein in me neck throbbed and emotions rushed through me in a surge of hot and cold flashes. I walked beyond the light of the torches it was so dark I could not even see the palm of me damn hands, I groped in the dark making sure I would not bump into anything. After bout three minutes I saw a light ahead of me and walked towards it, the shadows created by the flickering light moved on the wall as if they were doing a ritualistic dance, sometimes, when the light moved it looked as if someone was laying in wait to jump on me so I stopped and peered into the dim lit passageway. In that one frigging moment of hesitation I felt something crash into me back and I fell forward smashing me face into the dirt. I tried to lift meself up but someone was sitting on me bloody back. I struggled to breath as sand filled me mouth, I tell you what, all that course sand stuck at the back of me throat felt like I had swallowed a mouthful of broken glass. I lay there in a Simi conscious state a fury of fists was pounding at the back of me head, suddenly the weight was lifted off me and I saw she white dress as I was dragged cross the sand, small seashells dug into me chest but I barely felt the pain as I slipped into unconsciousness.

I woke up with a start but soon settled down as a sharp pain resonated on the back of me head so I closed me eyes and shook me head hoping to alleviate some of the pain. When the pain subsided I slowly opened me eyes and me vision was blurry but soon me sight became more focused, the beautiful woman from yesterday was standing over me not smiling this time there was just the look of a wife bout to chastise she husband.

“We tried to be nice to you, but just like the rest of them you had to be disrespectful,” she voice was stern and she spoke with a slight Brutish accent.

“You have angered the women in our little community and now you must face the consequences.” At first I was afraid, but that was soon replaced by anger.

“Be nice to me!” I screamed, “you people or whatever you are kidnapped me, dragged me here and you want to be respected, what in the hell do you want from me?’ I shouted.

“No!” she shouted back she voice changing to a high pitch squeal. “What do you want?’” I was surprised by she reply; stupid cow forced me here and was trying to make me feel guilty for not respecting theml.

“I want you to let me go,” I shouted back at she. She leaned over, she face contorted with anger.

“Selfish, selfish!” she screamed. “Do you think it is fun for us to live in this limbo? This uncertain purgatory where the living is afraid of the dead and the dead scorning you for wanting to control your own destiny,” She walked round the Alter she eyes ablaze with anger.

“In their own way, all these women are beautiful, but while alive they did not have the chance to lay with anyone so when they arrived at the thresh hole of the light I was there waiting. Yes, I requited them, told them about Erzulie Frieda, the Goddess who demanded respect of everyone. She who hates the bourgeois and their greed and their disdain of the common people, I told them about how she seduced people with her charm and how they flocked to bring her gifts. They too wanted to be like her, get the respect in the afterlife they did not get when they were walking among you, the unforgiving living. So this is where we are, closer to Larilocan the place where the Gods live under the sea.” She stopped talking but kept walking round the rock. I wanted to scream at the witch tell she how what she was saying made no damn sense, but I didn’t want to make she more vexed after all I was laying there shackled to a bloody rock.

“There was a time in the past it was easy to find men for these women to lay with but some of the gods, those male pigs; they grew jealous because they wanted to deflower these women themselves, so they cursed us with these goat legs trying to make us undesirable to mortal man. Still we were able to find those who were so obsessed with sex they would sleep with anyone, but the new religions came with they rules and restrictions and the men who once were great warriors fell for they lies and now we are left to take what is rightfully ours by force. That’s why you are here you with your colonialist education, your catholic upbringing and your high and mighty social lifestyle, yes, we have been watching you for a long time, and you should have listened to Johnny and believed you should have paid more attention to your heritage instead of following the colonialist philosophy. Legba John learned the hard way, now he thinks he can rid the earth of us. Aaahhhhhhh, he is a silly old man.’ She threw she head back and laughed the high-pitched squeal sounding more like she was screaming.

“And we have you, yes, you me boy,” she walked up to the Alter and began running she fingers down me chest.

“We are going to love making you submit you are stronger than most for sure, oh, and don’t think you being in love with that yanky girl will help you either. I have waited too long to get hold of you.” She hand stopped right before it got to me privates and began rubbing gently, man I tell you what, I was becoming aroused real fast but I closed me eyes and tried to will meself not to, she realized what I was doing and dug she fingernails into me flesh I gasped, fear and excitement overcame me at the same time.

“Huh, we have been administering one of the strongest potions so that even if you can’t fight your natural desires. Erzulie Frieda has thought us intricate ways of seduction so just give in, let yourself enjoy because when we are done with you, you will be no good to any living woman.” She laughed again digging she nails deeper into me flesh, I lay stunned every part of me body throbbing as pain shot up me stomach.

“Now stop being selfish, these women have suffered long to be here, be restitution for all the male pigs that have oppressed women over the centuries. The slave owners, the abusive husbands, the high thinking bourgeois from which you were spurned, be a sacrifice to all women who have been treated like less than animals, be a man, be strong.” The smile returned to she face and she removed she hand from me stomach and reached up and caressed me cheeks with the back of she hand, I exhaled as the pain in me stomach subsided. I tried to move me head but she grabbed it and pulled it round until I was looking at she

“Life is too short, enjoy yourself. There are women out there waiting to perform an orgy of rituals on you. Relax; it’s every man’s dream to die that way.” She looked down at me for a couple of seconds then turned and slowly walked away. I was so angry me head felt like it would explode and I was shaking me whole body tense. I watched she walk away the sun shimmered off she black hair causing it to glitter with sparkles of dark orange, I thought oh god just what I needed an image of hell moving.