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28 installment of OBEAH

“For Christ sake, cut, cut, cut!” Henry screamed. Finally, the plant went limp, and the funnel flopped to the ground, and the hairs wilted immediately. Henry cut Adofo out of the thick leaf. Adofo exhaled as he struggled to get air to his lungs. Henry tried to pull him up, but his arms were covered with slim. He stopped trying and stood over Adofo as he composed himself. Adofo was finally able to stand up and wiped his eyes, and blew slime from his nose.

“Are you O K?” Henry asked. Adofo tried to talk, but instead a glob of slime spouted out of his mouth. He coughed and bent over and threw up. Henry tapped him on his back and slowly, Adofo stopped retching and stood up still gasping for air.

“I will be O K,” he said between gasps then bent down and picked up his spear.

“Thank you I owe you one,” he said reaching his hand out. Henry took it getting slime on his hand. Adofo smiled.

“Sorry,” he said and he touched Henry’s face. Henry wiped the slime off.

“If you were not covered with snort I would give you a trashing,” he said and they laughed. The jungle was quiet, the big flowers swayed in a mild wind, the animals had disappeared into the jungle, and the scent of the rose bushes was even stronger. Adofo turned to Henry,

“Let’s get out of here, and stay away from those plants.” Adofo said.

                                          CHAPTER 13

It was early evening and swarms of bugs flew around in the jungle. Water dripped off the leaves from the afternoon rain that created a scent of wet wood. Baby birds chirped as their mothers brought them food, foxes barked in their dens. Akosua was lying on a straw mat her eyes closed. She felt like someone was looking at her and opened her eyes. Kwao sat against a tree staring at her. She sat up and looked around,

“You are beautiful even when you day dream,” he said. Akosua rubbed her eyes and yawned.

“You are even beautiful when you yawn,” he said. Akosua stopped and looked at him.

“What has gotten into you, have the heat fried your brain?” she asked and smiled. Kwao looked down at the ground. He was shifting a leaf with a piece of stick.

“I have always had special feelings for you,” he stuttered, shifting nervously against the tree. Akosua blinked surprised,

“I am flattered, but you know am in love with Adofo,” she said. A monkey swung in a tree above them, the branch broke and the monkey fell, but grabbed onto another branch before he hit the ground. Kwao looked at her, a flash of anger in his eyes.

“I am better for you than he is,” he said, but did not look at her,

“Its because am the son of a plantation owner isn’t it?” And before Akosua could respond he spoke again,

“I can offer you eternal life,” he said, Akosua looked at him,

“What do you mean by eternal life?” she asked. Kwao got up

“Never mind, I just wanted to let you know how I feel,” he said and walked into the jungle. Akosua got up and went over to where the two warriors and the blond woman sat. A pot of food bubbled over a fire; its small orange glow flickered in the dark. Akosua sat down next to the woman,

“He has a mean disposition,” the blond woman said and looked in the direction where Kwao had went into the jungle. Akosua smiled an apologetic smile,

“He has had a hard life, this is the first time he have been accepted anywhere, he still have to learn how to trust.” She said and looked at the woman. Her blond hair was matted almost like Akosua’s dreadlocks; her speech was different from the captains, she may have come from a different tribe in the Old Country. The woman looked at Akosua her blue eyes twinkled in the light from the fire.

“What was his problem now?” she asked, Akosua lowered her head embarrassed.

“He just has some feeling he needs to resolve,” She said her face felt hot as she smiled.

“What is your name?” Amelia asked just to change the topic. The woman put a piece of mango in her mouth and chewed. After she swallowed she responded.

“My name is Lassette; I lived on the French island where the first successful slave uprising occurred. My father worked for a plantation owner. Akosua looked into her blue eyes. She was not much older than Akosua,

“”How old are you?” Akosua asked, Lassette hesitated, and she knew that giving her age to an Obeah woman may not be the best thing to do, but this girl had saved her life.

“I am twenty,” the woman responded.

“How was it on that island during the uprising?” Akosua asked,

“It was horrifying. The night before the fighting I heard the drums playing and the slaves chanting, I knew what they were doing, I had seen one of their services. The animal sacrifices gave me nightmares for weeks. The day they revolted, we were prepared to escape. They chased us to the ocean and we were able to flee the island,” She stopped talking and looked up at the grey clouds.

“I stayed in the colonies, but my father and mother went back to the Old Country. I believe that slavery is barbaric, but my father believed that it was necessary to build the colonies. He disowned me.” She said. Akosua shifted to become more comfortable.

“I have been going from island to island opposing the slave traders and plantation owners,” Lassette said,

“How ironic,” Akosua said, “You were about to be sacrificed by the very people whose freedom you are fighting for,” Lassette nodded,

“It’s a chance that’s worth taking,” she said and smiled. In the dark Kwao spoke,

“What do we have here, a kindoki do gooder?” he said walking out of the bushes. One of the warriors looked up at him,

“Stop talking Kwao, no one wants to hear your hatred right now,” he shouted, Kwao walked over and grabbed the boy’s dreadlocks.

“You shut your mouth!” He shouted, the boy grabbed Kwao’s arm and stood up. They glared at each other.

“That’s enough,” Akosua said, neither warrior relinquish,

“Go for a walk Kwao and calm yourself down,” she said. Kwao hesitated.

“First Henry and now her, you can let these people into your lives but me, I refuse to trust them,” He said and looked at Lassette with pure disdain,

“Kindoki!” Kwao said then walked off.

“I don’t blame him I would be angry too,” Lassette said, Akosua leaned over and looked into the pot,

“He is a good person, but his anger may destroy him,” Akosua said.

Night slowly descended on the jungle and with it came all the sounds that were not heard in the daytime. Frogs croaked and mosquitoes buzzed, bugs swam around the flame, and one of the warriors put a lid over the pot. They sat mere shadows next to the fire, each with their own thoughts.

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26th Installment of Obeah

Congo Savanne had the woman by her hair as he dragged her through the lilies creating a trodden path through the blossoms. They reached the end of the field and entered the jungle. Akosua stopped and looked around, there was dead silence. Then ahead of them, partially hidden by thick leaves, Congo Savanne stood,

“Who do you think you are, if you had let that sacrifice be done I would have been fed now am angry and hungry. Walk away this is none of your business witch,” he said, the blond woman screamed but Akosua did not see her.

“You will never rescue your people. The Ligaroo King can conjure up any spirit he wants. He can make good Loas like your Yemaya do his biddings. He will destroy you and your pathetic little village.” Congo Savanne said. His voice so loud the tree shook a little.

“The Bokors were weak; they could not handle the awesome power that we possess. The Ligaroos will never turn their backs on us. They were smart to call on us to fight you. Together we will destroy you. The Bokors will pay for they betrayal. They should have never formed an alliance with you.” He said as he threw his head back and laughed. Off in the jungle, the blond woman scream. Akosua looked at Congo Savanne, his eyes shifted from left to right as he smiled like an evil, mischievous child. Akosua closed her eyes and there was silence for a second. The woman screamed again and without saying a word Akosua took off running. Kwao and the warriors ran after her. She used the machete to cut branches that was in her way. She ran in and out of the changing light as the grey skies turned white and the sun began to reappear. It was as if Yemaya was giving her light to see where she was going. Kwao tried to keep up with her and was surprised at how fast she ran. Akosua disappeared into a thick grove of trees. Kwao followed her, his spear ready.

It was dark as they went through a cave of leaves, then it was bright again as they came out on the other side. And abruptly they stood behind Akosua. The blond woman was tied to a tree in the middle of a clearing. The warriors stopped and looked around then took a step towards Akosua. Congo Savanne appeared from behind the tree, his eyes alight with excitement. Snakes slithered out from the jungle behind Congo Savanne and surrounded the tree. Akosua tentatively took a step towards the woman. A snake with a stocky body, grey coloured with dark dorsal blotches jumped up at her. She stopped; the giant snake stopped too, its forward motion in midair, its large head swayed from side to side hypnotically, its forked tongue darted in and out of its mouth. Akosua walked past it, the snake followed her movement as if surprised she was not intimidated. She was about a foot away from the woman when a brown snake, its body lined with darker diamond shapes bordered by a buffed colour took aim at her. The sound of its rattler echoed among the trees, its hissing drowned out that of the other snakes. Akosua stopped, sweat rolled down her face. A rainbow of colours reflected off of her skin as the sunlight bounced off of her. The snake looked at her as if confused, then lowered its head and slithered into the mass coil of reptiles. They were intertwined, sometimes attacking each other. Akosua walked slowly, careful not to step on them. Snakes crawled over her feet every time she sat one down.

Akosua made it to the woman; she saw that the woman’s skin was red from where the vines had tightened around her body. Congo Savanne leaned in,

“You made it in, now let me see you make it out with her,” he snickered as he pointed at the helpless woman. Then threw his head back and laughed. Birds retreated squawking with fear. Akosua used the machete to cut away the vines. The woman shook violently, her blue eyes wild with fear. Akosua swung the machete; the thick vines loosened and fell to the ground, snakes attacked the vines hissing. When Akosua was done she stepped back.

“Take my hand,” she said looking down at the slithering surface. The woman hesitated, but slowly reached out a shaking arm and took Akosua’s hand. She shook so violently Akosua had to grab hold of her so she did not fall. Akosua started to walk but the woman did no move, she just stood there a strained look on her face. Congo Savanne snickered.

“Careful, careful, I don’t want venom in my meal,” he said, Akosua ignored him.

“Just hold my hand they will not hurt you,” Akosua insisted. The woman looked at her tears rolled down her cheeks. A teardrop landed on the head of one of the snakes. The snake reared up taller than the women, its large triangular shaped head slowly leaned back, and its forked tongue surveyed the air. It lifted its head higher, smaller snakes rolled off its long torso, its pale pink body covered with scales, and brown blotches ran down the length of its body. The woman let out a muffled scream as the snake focused on her. Amelia gentle tugged on her arm and the woman took a tentative step. They maneuvered through the snakes stepping on some as they went. The snakes hissed and snapped at each other, their fangs coming within inches of Akosua and the blond woman.

Just before they got to where Kwao and the warriors stood Congo Savanne spoke, it was more of a chant and it was so low Akosua did not hear him at first. A large snake crawled over to them and stopped, then rose up in an s-shape position.

“Ahhh the Fer-De-Lance, ha ha ha ha, now there is a real beast. No mortal man has been able to charm this beast. Let us see how you can use you witchcraft to stop him from attacking you.” Congo Savanne said. Akosua stopped and looked at the snake. The two pits above its nostrils moved sniffing the air, it stayed motionless, waiting for Akosua and the woman to move. Its rich brown and grey colour was lined with velvet type scales; its body was marked with irregular dark cross bands, its yellow coloured throat swayed menacingly as it moved its triangular head from side to side. Suddenly the snake leaned back ready to strike. Akosua moved fast, resting her fingers on its head. The Fer-de-Lance swayed a little, then slowly fell to the ground and slithered off into the other snakes. Akosua stepped out of the snake den and stood next to Kwao and the warriors.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said. Congo Savanne screamed, his voice sending a gust of wind through the trees. Fruit fell sending a chorus of thuds through the jungle.

“You will pay for this, remember, you are just human. We Loas will let you get away with so much. We will destroy you!” Congo Savanne screamed. Akosua ignored him and kept walking. The Loa began to scream like a child throwing a tantrum. They got back to the place where the field of white lilies were. The lilies were all withered and were brown as far as the eyes could see. Akosua and her group did not stop to figure out what had happened. They ran across the dead blossoms and went into the jungle on the other side of the field.

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7th Installment of Obeah

“We have been fighting with the Bokors a long time, they would raid our food, steal our animals, but that was not the worst of it, some of the kids were taken and we were never able to get them back. We don’t know who took them but some of the others believe that the Bokors sacrificed them. It was not always like this. Back in our homeland we all called on the same spirits. We lived together in peace, all the Obeah priests, Mambos and Hougans healed people, interceded with the Loas for the people. But being forced here to this New World, a proud people enslaved, our dignity taken, we became angry and vengeful people. Some turned to the evil spirits, casting spells and seeking vengeance as a way to gain their freedom” Akosua was silent again; the front of her white dress was misty against the light from the moon, but glowing orange from the light of the torch.

“After the Borkors left, the captain became even more brutal. There were public whippings and some of our people were put to death. But the captain underestimated the Ligaroos. They grew restless and soon attacked him. I saw him lying in the middle of the village. He was pale, all the blood drained from him, but he was not dead. He and what was left of his crew retreated into the jungle. Finally the slaves felt truly free and for a while we lived without the tyranny of the captain and his crew. But soon that peace ended because he became the most powerful Ligaroo of them all. He and his men, who were now Ligaroos, attacked the village nightly until the Loas came to our aid. He fled to Jumbie Island where he formed a colony of Ligaroos, they needed slaves,” she stopped talking and shook a little but continued,

“One night small rowboats came ashore, dark figures crept into the village, and their red eyes the only thing visible in the night. Some of them jumped into the air transforming into balls of fire, hovering over the village, people were running everywhere as the invaders attacked. Our parents hid us in the jungle, we lay there listening to the screams of our parents as they were dragged away, loaded onto the boats, and disappear into the horizon. That was the last day we saw our parents,” she said, Henry waited thinking of his own family. He remembered his sister pouting right before the storm, his father the strong silent type that would take control of any situation. He had to be strong to overseer plantations of rebellious slaves. Akosua leaned out the window. An owl floated down and came to rest on her arm. She cooed at the bird as if it was a baby. She raised her arms and the bird flapped its wings and disappeared into the night. She walked back to the chair and sat down,

“It was a year after our parents were kidnapped that I began to have the dreams, well they were more like visions. At first I was scared; these dreams did not make any sense. But being the daughter of an Obeah woman I knew they meant something. The woman in my dreams revealed to me that she was Yemaya. It was then I knew what my destiny was. She was beautiful, long hair, wore a red and blue dress and was adorned with the most fabulous jewelry I had ever seen. She sat on a mountain in the jungles of our homeland. She told me I was born with far more powers than my mother. I did not believe her at first but strange things started happening. In my dreams I always had communication with the animals and the fish. Then it started to happen every day even when I was not asleep. My powers grew stronger and stronger until one night I was sitting on the bench at the end of the village when Yemaya walked out of the jungle and sat next to me. She said I would need my powers to rescue our people from the Ligaroos.” Henry moved in his chair, he had heard stories about witchcraft from the slaves on the plantation. At night he would lie in bed as the old female slave told him stories about witch doctors and battles between creatures and humans. He always thought they were stories she made up to scare her bosses children, now he was not sure what to believe, he stuttered, unsure that he wanted an answer,

“Are there Ligaroos here with us?” he asked and waited, Akosua looked at him, he saw the whites of her eyes shifting in the dark. Henry suddenly became cold, tears rolled down his face. This happened whenever he was scared,

“There may be, but if there is they are not attacking anyone in the village,” she said,

“How can you kill them?” he asked Akosua hesitated for a moment,

“Legend has it that you have to find where they store their skin while they are hunting and pour salt in it.”

“Then why don’t you attack them and force them to take a swim in the ocean?” he asked, Akosua smiled,

“I wish it was so simple. We have to go to Jumbie Island. The Ligaroo King has many Jumbies guarding the island. As for the Ligaroo King, legend has it that the only thing that can kill him is a spear made with salt from my homeland,” she said, Henry leaned forward,

“Why didn’t your mother use the spear to kill the Ligaroo King?” Henry asked,

“Because it is told that only the chosen one can use the spear,” Akosua said,

“Are you the chosen one?” he asked,

“Yemaya says I am, but I am having a hard time believing it,” she said and hung her head as if ashamed that she doubted the Loa.

“Where is this spear and why don’t you go get it?” he asked,

“My mother with the help of some of the other slaves had smuggled it onto the ship. When we wrecked on the island, they took it to the mountain on the other side of the island and hid it there. The captain sent out a search party captured them and flogged them in front of the whole village, but luckily he never knew of the spear,”

“Then why don’t you go get it?” He repeated,

“Yemaya told me that I had to have unwavering faith before I can use the power of the spear. Without faith, I will never defeat the Ligaroo King,” She spoke as if she was afraid that Yemaya would walk into the room and admonish her for not being strong. Henry thought of his mother, she would sometimes sit in an old rocking chair next to the window at night and tell stories about her childhood. He wished she was still alive and here with him to see the strange things that he had encountered on this island, he knew she would be intrigued by Akosua. She was against the slave trade, she always thought that humans should be treated like humans, and not the way the colonists treated the slaves. That is why Henry was puzzled when his father took the jobs he did, knowing that if alive, his wife would disapprove of him working for the plantation owners. Akosua was talking again,

“I must wait until the time is right, and I do not doubt who I am and what my destiny is,” she said,

“How will you know?” he asked, Akosua looked towards the window,

“I just will,” she said, a faraway look in her eyes, then there were voices and the sound of a bonfire crackling, Akosua got up and walked to the window,

“You should go now,” she said and walked into the other room. Henry was left with the dolls and the shadows. He walked out of the hut and into the cool tropical air. A bonfire was in the middle of the village. Sparks floated into the air, popped, and then disappeared. Children ran around the orange blaze while the older ones sat and watched them. Kwao saw Henry walking towards them, he pointed, said something, and the boys that sat around him laughed. Henry walked to the opposite side of the bonfire. He did not want to deal with Kwao at that moment. He stood in front of the fire, the heat causing sweat to roll down his chest. He looked up at the full moon; it was blood red, making the sky around it a dark pink, small dark clouds floated by, sometimes covering portions of it. The stars twinkled, and the dark shadow of an owl floated by the moon, its wings seemed like it was a mile long. Henry sat down and watched the children play, he wondered if he would ever get off this island, or would he spend the rest of his life here, where it seemed he would never fit in. He lay down on the sand; it was cool against his hot skin. Some day he will get off this island, and he would see his sister and his father, he would have to go along with the villagers until he saw an opening.

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43rd Installment of La Diablesse tomorrow

43rd Installment of La Diablesse tomorrow

Now Ian knows what happens when you don’t believe in the La Diablesse, but is this all they have planned for him, hmmmmmmmm. Tune in Tomorrow.

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The Battle

Keep moving!” Donkor said, as he prepared himself for the attack. Yaw pushed the group faster and Henry watched as his sister disappeared in the pale light. Figures began to emerge from the coffins, one stood up in front of Henry. He raised his spear as the figure took a step towards him. Its whole body was red, its eyes were yellow, and when it opened its mouth, its tongue was black. Two large red horns protruded from its forehead, curving backwards. It reminded Henry of the goats they had seen earlier. Its yellow eyes gleamed in the flickering light from the torches. It stepped towards Henry, removing a sword from its belt. Henry stuck his spear in the ground next to him, and pulled out his machete. The devil looked at him for a second, as if sizing him up, then charged. Henry lifted his machete just as the red devil brought his sword down. The clinging sound was loud and it was followed by a chorus of clinging sounds across the cemetery. Henry grabbed the devil’s free hand and they struggled. The devil had its tongue out, and its eyes sparkled with determination. Henry pushed the devil back, and swung his machete slicing the beast across its chest. The devil stood for a second looking at Henry. Its mouth was open, and slowly the rest of his body was sucked into the wound that Henry’s machete had created. Donkor bumped into Henry as the devils surrounded them,

“I hate Jab Jabs,” Donkor shouted over the sounds of the battle raging. He charged at one of them, his machete rose above his head his yelling blended with the chaous. Henry looked and saw that Yaw had managed to get the freed slaves to the jungle, and then turned back to the battle. All around him, the red Jab Jabs were being sucked into the air as they are struck or cut by his fellow warriors. Henry came back to him,

“Lets fight our way to the jungle!” He shouted, and they began making their way to the trees where Yaw and the others had disappeared. The Jab Jabs came in waives, they were not screaming, or yelling, it was a strange silent attack.

Henry and his friends managed to make their way close to where the jungle began. Suddenly, the ground moved, like waves on a stormy day, and more Jab Jabs began to crawl out of the ground. One of the Jab Jabs sat waist deep into the ground. From his waist up he was flesh and bone, the rest of him blended with the mud. As he slowly moved to get up, his legs transform from mud to flesh and bone. He looked up at Henry, the young warrior kicked at the Jab Jab’s feet, and chunks of mud flew into the air, and the Jab Jab fell, he sat, half man half mud.  The Jab Jab flopped back to the ground the parts of his body that touched the ground, immediately turned into mud. He began to rise again and Henry kicked at him and his body exploded, and chunks of mud flew into the air, and then landed on the ground next to Henry. The chunks moved a little then dissolved into the ground. Henry got to the jungle just as a red Jab Jab came at him, he turned swinging his machete, the Jab Jab stopped, looked at him as the rest of his body was sucked into the wound.

Henry heard a scream and saw Donkor and some of his warriors being overwhelmed by the Jab Jabs, he ran back towards them swinging his machete. Mud flew everywhere, the drops sounded like large raindrops as they hit the ground. A rad Jab Jab jumped onto Donkor and he stumbled backwards and fell. Henry was surprised at how easily the giant went down. The Jab Jab jumped on him and sat on his chest. Henry ran as fast as he could to get to them. The Jab Jab was pushing down on Donkor, and slowly he sank. The half of him that touched the ground began to turn into mud. Henry got to them and swung his machete, the Jab Jab looked up at him, as if surprised, and then like the other Jab Jab he was sucked into his own body and disappeared. Henry stretched his hand down to Donkor. The giant reached up and Henry’s hand disappeared into his mitts, a mixture of flesh and mud fell off of him as he stood up, moved around on the ground for a second, and then blended with the earth. They heard a scream and turned around to see a Jab Jab standing on top of one of the Bokors. The Jab Jab stomped, and slowly the Bokor’s body sank, turning into mud, and both he and the Jab Jab disappeared into the ground. The surface moved a little as if they were still struggling under the surface, then it was still.

Henry turned around just as a mud Jab Jab came towards them. They swung their machetes at the same time, and the upper half of the Jab Jab fell to the ground and dissolved into the mud.

“Come on, lets get out of this field.” Donkor said. They headed to the jungle swinging their machete. Around them warriors were being dragged underground. They were almost to the jungle when the ground beneath Henry moved, and a Jab Jab grabbed Henry’s feet, and before he reacted, he was knee deep into the ground.

“What the devil,” he yelled. He swung his machete at the ground. The mud churned, like large rodents were running around just under the surface. He looked ahead; Donkor was in a fierce battle with two Jab Jabs. In an instant, he was waist deep into the ground. More hands grabbed his legs, and he clawed at the ground as he slowly descended. Then he was in darkness. His brains felt like an opened sore rubbing against the course material of a poor man’s knickers. He tried to scream, but the taste of mud overpowered him. Then eyes surrounded him, green, yellow, red and  purple. They chanted,

“Byenreni nam lakou an,” Henry tried to kick, but he had no legs. The eyes moved around him turning into a blaze of colours. He had almost lost consciousness when he was jerked out of the ground. Donkor stood next to him. He bent over and a projectile of small pebbles and mud exploded from his mouth. Donkor slapped him on the back.

“Get it all out,” he said, turned and swung his machete at an advancing Jab Jab.

“Come out lets go,” Donkor screamed. Henry took a deep breath, his throat burned and he felt remnants of pebbles rolling around in his head. Donkor pulled him and he ran gasping for air.

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They had gotten to where the ocean was waist deep and they saw the outline of the breach despite the fog. Suddenly the ocean behind them lit up with snake like lights. Henry turned around, and for a second the lights stopped, and then started glidingtowards them again.

“Run or they will fry you!” Donkor shouted. Henry ran for the beach splashing water as he went. He struggled to keep his footing. At one point, he ran in water that was waist, deep then suddenly, he was chest deep fighting against the powerful current. Somehow he got to the beach and flopped down. The last one of the Bokors got caught in the swirl of attacking lights and he cried out. Adofo reached out with his spear and the man managed to grab onto it. They pulled him to the shore and dragged his unconscious body onto the sand. He coughed and water squirted out of his mouth. Henry looked down at the man; there were a long burn down the side of his body. Akosua walked up to the man, and took a small sack from her belt and got out some leaves. She rubbed the leaves on the man’s wounds and he stopped screaming. Henry sat up gasping for air and looked out at the ocean. The glowing lights had stopped just before the ocean touched the beach; their yellow glows looked misty in the murky water.

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From the novel Obeah

The man was a good half a foot taller than her, but Akosua was quicker. The man swung his club, but Akosua ducked under the blow then she kicked him as he tried to raise the club. He stumbled back and growled angrily. Henry started to go over to help her just as the man charged. His mud covered body almost made him invincible against the ground. Akosua sidestepped and as he went by hit him in the back of the head with the handle of the machete. The man stumbled, fell, and then bounced off the ground. He stood up and looked around as if confused. His dead eyes scanned the scene, a surprised look on his face. Someone blew a conch shell and more attackers rushed out of the jungle. Akosua and her warriors fought hard, but they were over powered. The Attackers formed a circle around them. Slowly they began to close the circle, their clubs held above their heads. They were in arm’s length of Akosua and her warriors when the jungle’s floor moved, and trees popped and cracked. The attackers stopped and looked around. Trees were pushed aside and men about twelve feet tall stepped out of the jungle,

“Moko Jumbies,” Kwao shouted. The giants wore long multi coloured pants that fluttered when they moved. White long sleeved shirt with frills on the ends of the sleeves made them look like pirates. They looked down on the warriors. The attackers began to retreat one by one. One of the Moko Jumbies picked up an attacker and threw him into the jungle. The rest of the attackers ran off screaming,

“Thank you,” Akosua said. The Moko Jumbie reached down and touched her with one of his fingers and smiled, then turned and walked into the jungle his friends right behind him. The tops of the trees moved, birds scattered in every direction, then there was silence.

“Is everybody alright?” Adofo asked and pulled Akosua to him and hugged her. One of the boys had blood running down his arm.

“You’re bleeding,” Akosua said. The boy took one look at his arm then fainted. Henry and Adofo rushed to him and caught him just before he hit the ground. Akosua looked around.

“Where is Lassette?” Akosua asked the machete still gripped in her fingers.

“Lassette!” they screamed and the frightened woman emerged from behind a tree, she was shaking tears rolled down her cheek. Akosua went up to her and hugged her. She melted into Akosua’s arm sobbing. Kwao looked around making sure the attackers were not regrouping, but the jungle was silent, no wind rustled the leaves, no flapping of wings, or grunts, or barks, just dead silence.

They checked each other to make sure no one else was hurt, and then turned to one of the attackers that lay on the ground motionless. They walked over to him and looked down. Like the others he was naked, but his whole body was covered with red mud. A feather stuck out of a headband around his head. His skin was olive coloured and his forehead was flattened. His long hair was also caked with the mud making it look like a pig’s tail after it had dragged its butt across the jungle’s floor.

“Who are they?” Henry asked. Lassette who had finally composed herself spoke up,

“Those are the Arawak, the natives of the islands. They are supposed to be the peaceful tribe unlike their enemies the Arawaks.” She said.

“Their eyes looked like they were dead.” He said,

“The Ligaroo King must have turned them into Jumbies,” Akosua said and for a second they stood in silence looking down at the motionless man.

The Wounded warrior moaned and they looked down at him. He had a deep cut on his arm, blood flowed out of it and he winched in pain as he went in and out of consciousness. Akosua ripped a piece of her dress off and tied it around the boy’s arm. The white material quickly turned red, but it stopped some of the bleeding.  Amelia was not satisfied. She turned to Adofo and told him to put pressure on the wound then turned and went into the jungle.  She reappeared with a fistful of leaves and applied it to the wound then retied it.

“That should help stop infection,” she said and stood up. Suddenly there was a blast of thunder. Lighting struck the spot where the Arawak lay, and when the smoke dissipated his body was gone. They braced themselves, as ear splitting laughter filled the jungle. Behind them bushes parted and a figure emerged. His whole body was covered with red armor that was made of iron. He held a machete in his right hand, weapons of all kinds hung from him and they clanged whenever he moved. He stopped in front of them and started doing a strange tribal dance. His weapons clinked in time with every move he made. Akosua and the warriors stood, their machetes held over their heads. Suddenly he rushed at them swinging his machete so fast it was a blur.

“Ogoun,” Henry said, Ogoun stopped in front of them.

“Don’t you just love the sound of a good battle,” he said, then threw his head back and laughed.

“If I had my way I would destroy you right now, but Baron Samedi instructed that I leave you to him. Go to Jumbie Island, have your battle with the Ligaroo King, oh what a battle it will be, good against evil, the angelic Obeah woman against the monster blood suckers.” He said as he moved swinging his machete as if doing a choreographed battle dance.

“You don’t care who wins do you? We are just pawns. You will use any means to satisfy your lust for war.” She said, Orgoun swung his machete again and laughed.

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From the novel Obeah

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

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Marrinette_Bwa_Check spirit of the dark From the novel Obeah

 

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Akosua sat on a bamboo chair looking out at the pond. There was an empty chair next to her with a calabash bowl of food on it. The scent of the roasted chicken filled the air attracting bugs. They settled on the rice in clusters, buzzing as they fed, Akosua had not touched the food. Frogs jumped in and out of the murky pond, ducks and swans glided across the surface. Akosua was in deep thought when a thick fog appeared over the pond. At first, she ignored the change, but then a figure walked towards her. She sat up and looked. It was a woman. She was light skinned and beautiful, and she glided across the pond like a princess gliding down the aisle on her wedding day.  The woman stepped onto the ground. The fog dissipated, and Akosua saw the face of Yemaya. The girl smiled as the Loa walked up the bank of the pond and stopped in front of her

“Hello my child,” Yemaya said. Akosua reached out her hand and Yemaya took it. Akosua thought the palm of her hand was unusually coarse, after all, Yemaya was a gentile. Akosua picked up the calabash bowl of food and Yemaya sat down next to her. Her white dress brushed the top of the blades of grass as she sat gracefully. She looked at Akosua.

“I see that you have had a hard time lately. How have you been doing?” she asked Akosua fought back tears.

“Its o k dear go ahead and let it out,” Yemaya said. Akosua rested her head on Yemaya’s head and sobbed.

“This is hard, I don’t know if I am the one to do this.” Akosua said between tears. Yemaya ran her fingers through Akosua’s hair.

“Maybe you are not my dear,” she said. Akosua lifted her head and looked at the Loa. Yemaya looked into her eyes,

“Maybe you are not the chosen one,” she insisted. Akosua wiped the tears.

“But you said….,” Akosua began to say.

“Never mind what I said child, even us Loas can be wrong.” Yemaya said, Akosua stood up and looked down at the woman.

“I am sorry, but maybe you are too weak to lead your village into a battle with the Ligaroo King.” Akosua walked to the edge of the pond, the fog partially engulfed her. Akosua looked back at Yemaya, she sat stoic, no expression on her face. Maybe she was right; maybe she was not strong enough to take on the responsibility of leading her people to freedom. Out of the fog, a swan floated towards her on the water. Akosua turned to Yemaya.

“If not me then who?” She asked, The Loa smiled at her.

“Don’t worry us good spirits will find someone else. We have the power to choose,” Yemaya said. Akosua looked down at the woman; the Loa was looking at the ground. Akosua looked at the Loas fingers, the three wedding bands that she usually wore were missing. Akosua sat down.

“It is good to have you help me work through these hard times.” She said. Yemaya smiled. Akosua looked around, and then looked down at the calabash of food she had laid down on the grass. She reached down and picked it up.

“You look hungry here have a bite to eat.” She said. Yemaya looked at the food and seemed like she was going to throw up. She took the calabash bowl and set it on her lap, picked up a piece of chicken, and raised it to her mouth. She looked at the food like it was laced with poison, then looked up at Akosua without moving her head, the blacks of her eyes pointed straight up. Suddenly she growled and grinded her teeth. She looked up to the sky and screamed.

“You know I can’t eat food that the cooks have touched.” She screamed and threw the calabash bowl to the ground.  Slowly her physical features changed as she screamed and growled. The frogs jumped into the pond, the ducks and swans flapped their wings, as they retreated into the fog that suddenly thickened. The woman looked up at Akosua. Half of her body was Marinette-Bwa-Check, the other half Yemaya. Her eyes were ablaze with anger, her face twisted with contempt and hate. She got up and rushed at Akosua, the girl backed up until she stood at the edge of the pond, her heels touching the water.

“You little witch, I will cut you up and cook you into a stew and have you for dinner.” She screamed. Saliva shot out of her mouth and landed in the pond. The water bubbled, and steam rose with every drop of saliva. Dead frogs floated to the surface. Akosua stepped to her and reached her hand out. The Loa had completely transformed into Marrinette-Bwa-Check, she jerked away from Akosua, as if afraid to be touched.

“Fire go burn you,” she screamed, Akosua tried to touch her again,

“You don’t have to be evil. You can be the way you used to be in our homeland.” Akosua said. Marrinette-Bwa-Check threw her head back and screamed a loud scream that turned into a laugh, a laugh that turned into a growl. The Loa disappeared across the pond. Birds flew out of the trees and retreated into the jungle. Akosua stood; her hand was still outstretched, her eyes closed.

“You, a mere girl you think you can change me. I have ripped men’s hearts out and fed them to the animals. What do you think I will do to you child?” she screamed. Akosua opened her eyes and looked at the Evil Loa. Marrinette_Bwa_Check trembled then backed away from Akosua.

“You will be destroyed, you will be destroyed!” she screamed, as she ran to the pond and disappeared into the fog leaving ripples on the water.