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15th installment of Obeah

The wind grew stronger causing small waves to ripple across the surface of the ocean. Adofo leaned in and kissed Akosua. It was then that Henry heard a branch crack to his right. He walked over and parted the bushes and saw Kwao crouched in between some bushes. Henry turned to walk away but stepped on some dried leaves and stopped, Kwao looked around then stood up.

“What the hell you want Kindoki?” he shouted, and walked towards Henry and walked up to Henry.

“Your kind is the spurn of Djab and should be destroyed,” he said, Henry looked at him then looked down at Akosua and Adofo. Kwao looked down at the couple then turned to Henry, his face red with embarrassment,

“What do you think, I was spying on them?” Kwao said, his voice cracked with embarrassment. Henry did not say anything, he just smiled, and that sent Kwao into a rage. He charged at Henry, they hit the ground hard, Kwao landed on top of Henry knocking the wind out of him. Henry lay on his back gasping for air. Kwao wrapped his fingers around Henry’s neck.

“If I had my way you would be dead,” he screamed, drool dripped from his mouth landing on Henry’s chest. As the wind rushed across the top of the hill, it brought Akosua’s laughter with it. Kwao suddenly stood up and looked down at them for a second, turned back to Henry and kicked him in the stomach. Henry winched with pain as Kwao ran into the bushes screaming. Henry sat up and looked down at the couple. They were looking up in his direction. Henry ducked down so they could not see him and lay there looking up at the sky.

                                            CHAPTER 7

The next morning, the village was up early to see Akosua and the others off. Adofo tried again to get Akosua to let him go with her, but she insisted that he stayed. Kwao spoke up,

“I will make sure she is safe,” he said staring intensely at Adofo, they looked at each other for a second,

“Time we leave,” Akosua said, as she led her small entourage into the jungle.

The days went by lazily, at night, Henry sat around a bonfire with the villagers and listen to their stories of adventure in the jungle, or on the ocean. Some told funny stories about their parents as they laughed and cried at the same time. One night Adofo stood up, the kids became silent as he began talking,

“I was six years when the ship ran aground on the beach. Being on this island is the first time I felt freedom. I was born into slavery, and when I was old enough me and my mother was sold off. The new plantation owner was even crueler than the previous. Every day we were punished for the simplest things. The owner soon died of a tropical disease and we were sold once again. We were sold so many times all the different plantations seemed to be one big nightmare. I don’t remember what my father looked like, my mother told me he was sold to another plantation, and she never saw him again. I love this island, it’s the first place I feel like I have a real family,” he stopped talking and looked into the fire. For a second his eyes glowed bright red and pure evil seemed to creep into his being. He tied his dreadlocks into a bun and stated talking again.

“With the help of the Loas Akosua is going to get our parents back. Then we will live here happy, free and in peace. We need to have faith in the Loas, they will protect us all.” He stopped talking for a second. Sparks floated into the air, burning out just above the fire. Henry looked around at the yellow and black shadows on their faces; they were serious, intently looking at Adofo, waiting for him to continue. He turned to face the fire.

“Ampah” he said, a short young man stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of him, his dark skin glowed in the pale yellow light.

“Get the drummers tell them to get out their ManMan drums. Let everyone know tonight we will have a service, we must ask Papa Legba to guide us through these trying times. Mary, prepare the vegetables and meat for Papa Legba, we need to open the gates and let his wisdom protect us from our enemies.” He ordered, Ampah shook his head and walked away followed by Mary.

” Go prepare and have faith that Akosua is able to get the help of the Bokors,” he said. A chorus of mumbling voices erupted as the villagers went back to their huts to prepare. Henry stood not knowing what to do. A girl about ten years old took his arm and pulled him in the direction of the dining hut.

“Come on you can help us,” she said a big smile on her face. Henry allowed himself to be led.

Akosua, Kwao and the two warriors were trekking through the thick bushes. Kwao was in front cutting bushes and branches with a cutlass. It was hot, even in the shade. Sweat poured down his body, but Akosua looked unfazed by the heat. They got to a place where the trees were tallest, and the bushes seemed to congregate around their enormous trunks. Suddenly, a shadow darted between the trees in front of them,

“What was that?” Kwao asked and stopped abruptly. Akosua walked around him and peered into the bushes. The wind whipped the branches violently. Akosua stood, her dress flapped around her ankles disturbing the leaves on the ground; her dreadlocks seemed to have a mind of its own as it twirled around her body. Suddenly there was laughter that echoed around the trees. The wind grew stronger and the tree branches cracked and popped some falling to the ground. One of the trees broke from its roots and fell in front of Akosua. Kwao grabbed her arm and pulled her back. The tree hit the ground sounding like an explosion from a canon. The shadow darted in front of them again, followed by laughter so loud; the two warriors covered their ears. Kwao stood, his spear lifted over his head anticipating an attack, but the trees became still as the wind subsided. They stood looking around and then Akosua spoke.

“Someone sent Petite Pierre to pick a fight with us” she said, Kwao looked at her,

“You think it was the Bokors?” He said, for a second Akosua did not respond, she was looking into the bushes.

“If they did then they have gone deeper into black magic,” she said. They climbed over the fallen tree and continued their journey.

“How are we going to get them to help us, especially since they seem to love evoking evil spirits like Petite Pierre?” Kwao asked as he lowered his spear.

“We have to trust Yemaya, she knows best.” Akosua looked back at him,

“Now lets go, we have a long journey before us,” she said Kwao pushed his way in front of her and began cutting bushes.

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25th Installment of La Diablesse

After supper we went into the yard and sat on the bench in me garden, Little Ken and his friend walked into the yard, they were each holding a string with the afternoon’s catch hanging on it.

“This is not a roadway,” I said and Ken walked over holding up the fish almost splashing us with seawater.

“A lota fish ehh?” he said, dangling the fish in Jane’s face, she laughed and agreed, Little Ken’s friend stood behind him smiling, I pushed the fish away from she face and Ken sucked he teeth.

“Well, is time to cook,” and he turned and walked out of the yard he little friend following. Jane looked over at me,

“Why were you so uneasy when we were walking on that road earlier?” I hesitated, the last thing I wanted was for she to think I was some kind of crazy man or something. She waited and I had no choice but to tell she the whole damn story. I made it clear that I really did not believe in the folktale but when I could not explain what was happening to me I went to Alison’s grandmother. She did not say anything but listened with intense interest until I was done.

“You don’t think I am crazy do you,” she looked up at me and smiled.

“No, it is kind of funny though,” she said, laughing a little. Then she stopped.

“I am not laughing at you, it’s just that where I am from we have our own superstitions and some people truly believe in them. Even I can tell you some stories bout things that have happened to me.” I wanted she to tell me more but she stopped talking as the sound of steeldrums playing filled the air, they always seemed louder in the early evening, we sat and listened to them until it got a bit chilly. We got up and walked into the house and up to me bedroom, I opened the window and the cool breeze from the ocean swept through the room. Jane sat on me bed and watched as I walked round the room lighting the candles I had in every corner, then I walked over to she pulled she up and kissed she. The wind rushed through the trees outside bringing with it the sound of church bells, then we lay down on the bed and cuddled up against each other, she breath tickled me chest as she slowly fell asleep, I dozed off feeling she heartbeat against me body.

I woke up hours later, Jane was still lying on me she hand on me chest and she leg lying across me waist. I had to go to the bathroom real bad so I gently moved her, she resisted a little reluctant to give up she comfortable position, I finally was able to slip away and tiptoed into the bathroom. When I returned I stood over she watching she sleep, she chest was moving up and down gently, she hair spread out on the pillow like a Japanese fan. I walked over to me desk picked up a pen and notepad pulled the chair over to the bed and for the first time in months I started to write. The words came easy, like I had them in me but never could find the right time or situation to write them.

The early morning light was seeping through the window and I was still writing when Jane stirred then opened she eyes and saw me writing.

“Morning,” she said melodic West Virginian accent and all, I smiled and she got up and walked over to me. I reached up and took she hand and she sat down on me and laid she head on me chest.

“Did you sleep well,” I asked and she mumbled in a sleepy voice that sent a small wave of warmth through me.

“Yes,” she said snuggling up to me, then she raised she head again and looked into me eyes,

“I love you,” she said and then rested she cheek on my chest I leaned over and whispered in she ear,

“I love you too,” and I felt the sides of she mouth curl up into a smile. The sun shown through the window creating a square of gold on the wooden floor in front of the bed and soon she was asleep again she breathing deep and slow.

We spent the rest of the weekend never leaving me house I mean there was no real reason to. We talked and laughed till the sun rose above the green hills that overlooked the ocean, I would caress she skin while I kissed she and I swear she lips tasted like I was drinking a cup of hot, sticky caramel. I did everything possible to make those two days last, but on Sunday night we had to part ways, she had to study for an exam and I had bloody papers to grade.

 

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Jab Jab From the novel Obeah

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.