Parts Obeah Storyteller

36th Installment of Obeah

He was asleep just a short time when he was woken up by Ampah. He got up and followed the boy outside. Several of the villagers carried torches and were screaming a name. Henry walked over to Ampah. He stood next to some of the boys giving them instructions.

“Whats going on?” Henry asked and Ampah turned to him.

“Adwoa is missing,” Ampah said.

“Grab a touch, we are going to look for her,” Ampah said. Henry walked over to one of the huts and got one of the torches that sat in front of it. He walked back to Ampah and lit it with the one that Ampah held.

“Adwao!” they shouted. The jungle was dark except for the torches that seemed to float through the air between the bushes. Rodents rustled in the underbrush, owls hooted in the trees, bats screeched and flew off into the night. They searched for hours, combing the underbrush until someone shouted,

“Over here!” footsteps sped up as they rushed to the voice. Henry got to where the voice came from and looked down into a grove of small trees. The little girl lay under a hibiscus tree motionless. Akosua was on her knees next to her.

“She is gone,” she said as she caressed the child’s face. The jungle was silent except for the cracking of the fire from the torches. They stood, their faces illuminated by with shadows. Akosua picked up the girls lifeless body and carried her back to one of the huts next to her own.

The Villagers stood, some cried, while the older ones tried to console them. Henry and Ampah stood there for a while then walked back to Henry’s hut.

“She looked like all the blood was drawn from her body,” Ampah said, his face a mere shadow in the pale yellow light.

“I did not hear the Ligaroos attack,” Henry said.

“There must be one among us,” Ampah said and they sat in the chairs outside Henry’s hut for a second listening to the jungle.

I can’t wait to get my hands on a Ligaroo,” Henry said. Ampah was silent for a moment looking into the dark jungle.

“So do I, I will spill blood for every person who died at their hands,” he said. The sound of frogs croaking filled the silence, crying could be heard in the hut next door.

“I knew something was up, the other night, while I slept, I felt someone next to me, their breath was awful, but when I woke up, there was no one there,” Ampah said.

“The same thing happened to me,” Henry said. Ampah looked over at him and said nonchalantly.

“You should sleep with one eye open, and your machete near my friend,” and got up and walked away. Henry got up and walked into his hut. He stopped at the doorway and held the torch out in front of him. When he was satisfied that no one else was in there he walked in. He took the unlit torch from its holder and placed the lit one in it. He walked over to the chair where the machete lay, picked it up and went to his bed. A dog howled and he lifted his head and looked around. Whenever the wind blew shadows rushed at him, then retreated when the wind dissipated He rested his head back down and closed his eye. The image of the Adwao imprinted in his mind. He felt himself falling asleep and jerked awake, then felt around in the bed next to him for the machete. He hugged the weapon and soon fell asleep.

Adwoa was buried next to the pond the following day. The drummers played, a slow deliberate beat, as they carried her body from the centre of the village to where she was buried. The village was Salome for a couple of days. Some of the villagers looked at each other suspiciously. No one accused anyone, but it was obvious what they were thinking. Henry had not seen Akosua; she had walked into the jungle after the child was buried.

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. The jungle was silent, as if every animal was hiding from the wrath of the evil Loa. Slowly, the fog went away. The dragon flies came back and buzzed around the pond, frogs croaked and hopped from Lilly to Lilly. The bodies of the dead frogs had disappeared with the evil Loa, and the pond was back to its serene peace. Akosua turned away from the pond and slowly walked back to the village.

POEMS Storyteller

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.

Parts Obeah Storyteller

25th Installment of Obeah

In Akosua’s village Henry was helping clean up after the vicious storm that raged through the village the night before. Tall trees were broken in half, their roots still embedded in the ground. Some huts were flattened, and one of them was still smoldering form being hit by lightning. Animals wondered into the village form the jungle; they too seemed dazed by the destruction. Henry was surprised that the wind had not knocked down all the huts. Adofo walked up to Henry, he seemed angry; he looked around, a crazed look in his eyes. A girl about six years old ran past him, he grabbed the girls arm.

“Be careful,” he snapped, the girl walked away followed by three panting dogs.

“Quite a mess, huh?” Henry said Adofo looked around.

“This is more than a mess,” he said. Henry bent over and picked up a chair that sat on the ground next to him. It was a colonial style chair; it must have come from the wrecked ship. Adofo looked into the jungle an expression of concern on his face.

“I hope Akosua is safe.” Henry touched him on the shoulder,

“Wouldn’t the good spirits protect her?” He asked. Adofo did not respond it was as if he did not hear what Henry had said.

“I should go look for her.” He said.

“But the village needs you here.” Adofo shifted his feet in the dirt and spoke without looking up.

“Ampah can handle it,” he said and walked away. Henry ran after him.

“Am going with you,” he said, Adofo stopped and turned to him.

“You should stay here and help,” he said and turned to walk away. Henry caught up with him again and grabbed the course material of his shirt.

“Am not going to be much help here, but I can watch your back if nothing else.” Henry said. Adofo turned to him, hesitated for a second,

“OK, but make sure you don’t get in my way.’ He said then turned and walked towards his hut. Henry was afraid, but excited, he thought of the adventure he may have and was happy that Adofo allowed him to tag along.

Akosua, Kwao and the two warriors stood at the edge of the Bokors village and waived at them. The blond woman did not look back, she stood shaking. They walked into the jungle melting into the green lush leaves. Colourful birds flew overhead as if following them, the skies were grey but the sun peeped out from behind them. The wind was still, except for small warm gusts that occasionally shook the leaves. Drops of water hit the already saturated ground and their feet sank into the red volcanic mud. They maneuvered through fallen trees and branches, stepping over dead animals. Kwao led, his skinny but muscular arms tossed aside any debris in their way. He had taken off his shirt. His yellow coloured skin was covered with freckles. Akosua thought about Adofo and the village, she wanted to get there as soon as possible.

They fought through the jungle cutting a new path through the tangled bushes. In places, their feet got stuck in the sticky mud and sometimes they were ankle deep in mud holes and had to pull each other out. Kwao managed to guide them out of the mud and onto dryer ground.

They walked until they got to a field covered with white lilies, they stopped and surveyed where they were. The lilies shimmered for miles in the grey light. Suddenly the grey skies became blue, and the clouds turned white and fluffy. Birds of all kinds flew over the lilies. Yellow and black wasps flew around them as if curious as to why they were there. Butterflies floated over the field and landed on the lilies. Akosua stepped in front of Kwao. They had come this way, but this field was covered with green grass. She scanned the area suspiciously then turned to her companions.

“We can go through the middle of it, or we can go around it,” she said. Kwao sighed.

“I say we go through it but be on alert for any attack.” He said waving the machete about his head. Before Akosua could respond Kwao walked into the field. Akosua was reluctant, but she followed, she wanted to get back to the village.

When they got to the middle of the field they were greeted by a hot breeze that swept across the field shaking the Lilies a little. Akosua stopped and looked around. The blond woman bumped into her, her blue eyes popped out with fear, sweat rolled down her tanned face. The two warriors bumped into the women.

“Did you see something?” One of them asked. The women’s breathing was heard over the sudden silence. The sound of wings flapping echoed, but there were no birds in sight. A grey cloud floated menacingly towards the sun, crows squawked and buzzards hovered. Kwao realized that they had stopped so he turned around and walked back to them.

“What is the problem?” he asked, Akosua raised her arm and he stopped and looked around. A quiet laughter echoed through the field. A whimper escaped the blond woman’s mouth, she was visible shaking, her eyes red from being in the heat.

“Congo Savanne,” Akosua said. The warriors lifted their spears and formed a protective triangle around Akosua and the blond woman. The dark cloud had almost covered the sun, small beams of sunlight escaped through. They shined down on the field like rods of gold. Muffled footsteps raced across the field, and the lilies began to flatten in a circle around them. Kwao and the warriors looked around, their spears held above their heads. The clouds slowly covered the sun causing the sunbeams to disappear one by one. It was dark and silent until buzzards flew overhead, their bodies’ dark against the grey sky. Wolves howled in the distance, they sounded almost human. Suddenly a powerful gust of wind hit them and they were knocked to the ground. The blond woman screamed as Kwao and the warriors struggled to get to their feet. When they did, they saw the blond woman being dragged away by a man wearing white.

“Just like I thought, Congo Savanne, he must be hungry. We need to save her,” Akosua said, Kwao turned to her defiantly,

“Why should I risk my life for this Kindoki?” He asked, Akosua did not respond, she reached out and took the machete from the belt on his waist and ran after Congo Savanne. The other two warriors ran after her, their spears at the ready. Kwao hesitated but followed.

Parts Obeah Storyteller

11th Installment of Obeash

Days went by, the storms came and lightening lit up the sky, dark clouds hung over the village as the rains drenched the volcanic soil. Henry remembered Akosua saying that Chango was the cause of such violent storms. He stood outside his hut and looked up at the grey skies.

“Chango, why?” He screamed. Akosua was standing under a banana tree and laughed as the boy screamed at the heavens. There was mud everywhere and sometimes the roof of the hut leaked causing the mud floor to be damp. He had not seen much of Akosua. She had stayed in the jungle and had not come out for days. One day he was standing outside his hut, the boy and the girl who had led him to the top of the hill to look down on Akosua and Adofo called out his name.

“Henry,” They hid behind a tree trunk. The boy beckoned

“What do you want?” Henry asked.

“Shhhhh,” the boy said putting his index finger on his lips, “It’s a secret follow us,” He turned and walked into the jungle. Henry followed.

They came upon Akosua. She sat in the middle of a grove of trees. Big green leaves hung to the ground, the mud was dry where she sat as birds rested on her shoulder. Other animals moved around her as if drawn to her, Henry and the kids got as close as they could. Her mouth moved but no words came out, she looked up at a whirlpool of leaves that hovered over her head, the leaves spun faster as if caught in a miniature tornado. Butterflies fluttered around her, their tropical colours bright in the sunlight. Henry felt something brush against his leg and he gasped. Akosua looked in his direction the whirlpool of leaves falling into her dreadlocks, the boy and the girl turned and ran,

“You can come out Henry,” she said, he hesitated, how did she know it was him? He was hidden in the thick bushes. He stepped out of the bushes, the animals all looked at him and he became apprehensive and stopped,

“Come on they will not hurt you,” she said, stretching her arm out, he walked by a cougar, the big black cat snarled showing two perfect rows of teeth that could rip a man into shreds. Its yellow eyes followed Henry’s every movement, he stopped, his heart racing, sweat poured down his face,

“Come on he is just curious,” Akosua said, Henry tentatively walked by the animal he felt its tongue slid across his leg as he went by,

“Hi,” Akosua said smiling, Henry stood next to her using his hand to block the sun from his eyes,

“Are you a real witch?” he asked, Akosua smiled

“Am not a witch, am an Obeah Woman,” she said, Henry looked at her puzzled, he had heard from his father about the witchcraft that the slaves practiced on the plantations. His father said it was devilish practices and said that some of the slaves practiced cannibalism,

“What’s the difference?” he asked as a robin came to rest on his shoulder,

“A witch cast spells and practice black magic. Me, I take care of my tribe, I heal the sick, feed the hungry and intercede with the Loas on behalf of my people,” she said Henry stared at her, she looked around,

“All the stories you heard from the slave owners are false. Not all of us practice black magic. The plantation owners tried to get us to give up our beliefs, but we secretly practiced our religion. We were forced to be part of your spiritual beliefs, but most of us practiced both using your saints to replace our own spirits.” She said,

“What is you religion called?” Henry asked. Butterflies circled over their heads. Akosua was distracted by them for a second.

“Some of us practice Vodron. My supreme being is Yemaya, the Obeah Goddess. We practice both on this island, true freedom. Henry giggled as a butterfly landed on the back of his neck. It flew away and he turned back to Akosua.

“My father says its black magic.” He said, Akosua rolled her eyes,

“That is an excuse used by plantation owners to punish anyone who wanted to keep the old beliefs alive. Like your beliefs, there is good and evil, so it is with ours. The main difference is that our beliefs have more than one Loa or God.” She stopped talking looked around then back to Henry.

“Come stand here with me,” she said taking Henry’s hand. They stood in the middle of the grove where there were no trees. She spread her arms out and closed her eyes. Henry did the same, and slowly, he felt the flutter of wings tickle his entire body as hundreds of the colourful creatures covered him. At first he was afraid and opened his eyes,

“Don’t look just relax and close your eyes,” Akosua said Henry complied and after a couple of minutes he felt light headed,

“Open your eyes” She said, Henry slowly opened his eyes and found that he was looking down on the jungle. His heart raced up, and he felt like he was going to faint, but controlled himself. The green leaves glittered in the tropical sun, pigeons, parrots, humming birds and feathered creatures of all kinds floated next to him. At first he felt numb, and then he screamed, as he slowly began to move forward the wings of the butterflies flapping to the rhythm of his heartbeat

“Ohhhh,” he screamed as Akosua glided up alongside him,

“Isn’t this fun?” she screamed as the wind captured her voice right after she uttered the words. They picked up speed, the trees rushed by below him as they flew over the village,

“Am flying Am flying!” he screamed waving to kids on the beach, they screamed back running and jumping.

They flew over the beach and out to the ocean. The emerald water rushed by, dolphins jumped, some doing flips, whales blew water from their spouts; red snappers glittered crimson just below the surface. The wind whistled by his ears and tears rolled down his face. Goose bumps popped out all over him, causing his skin to feel like it had tightened up. Akosua came up next to him and motioned for him to turn around. He was amazed at how small the island looked from the air. They glided over the island going through clouds, floating by flocks of birds. They went to the other side and out to sea again. Akosua pulled up next to him and pointed in the distance. There was the silhouette of an island against the ocean. Henry struggled to see it against the glare of the sun. The closer they got, the darker the sky became. The emerald ocean became grey, and schools of sharks swam menacingly in the murky water. Crows hovered over the mountain peak at the centre of the island; buzzards attacked the carcass of a dead animal on the black sand beach. Akosua stopped and stared at the island,

“Jumbie Island!” Akosua screamed above the howling wind. The buzzards lined up facing them as if creating a battle formation,

“Lets go back,” she said the butterflies fluttered their wings and Henry was turned around and they glided back to the blue ocean and sunshine.

Stories Storyteller

Run For Your life

So here I was, in the middle of the night, walking through the bushes. Tress lined the sides of the foot beaten path, it was real dark and I was sweating with fear. I bet you wondering how I ended up walking in the bushes at night eh? Well it all started when me friend Ras Burtrand ran into me in the city. He was all excited, his eyes that was usually dull from smoking ganja was dancing all over the place. He grabbed me hand and said, “Tall boi, leh me tell yuh, I just harvested some ah de best ganja ever, mon, you have to come over and tek a taste,” Well I for one did not need a second invitation, I mean Ras Burtran was known to cultivate some of the best weed in the whole damn country. I mean that man did not just have a green thumb, I mean this man had the golden touch when it comes to growing weed.

Later that afternoon, I went over to the village where Ras Burtran live. His house sat on a small incline, there was no grass, nor trees, just dirt. That man could gross some bad ganja, but he could never get the grass ton grow around his house. He saw me coming and jumped right up. I sat on a big rock next to the door of his one room wooden house waiting. He came out with two of the biggest joints I ever seen. I took the first puff, inhaled and boy did it hit me. and I swear to you I heard African drums playing, lions roaring, monkeys barking. That damn ganja took me back to Africa, I repatriated in me head. Ras Burtran leaned in and smiled, his teeth looking as big as a donkey’s, “What I tell yuh, I bet you feel real nice right now EH?” he said, inhaling a cloud of smoke. All I could do was smile and shake me head, well I believe I shook me head.  Me stomach started rumbling and before I could say anything Ras Burtrand went into his house and came back with a bucket full of freshly picked mangoes, plumbs, sugar apples and guavas. We sat there eating and smoking and before I knew it, night had fallen. Around eleven or so I decided to get back to me village. I did not wanty to take the highway home so I decided to use the short cut through the bushes and boy do I regret that now. Here I was, high as can be, walking through this thick bushes.

I thought I saw someone ahead of me so I stopped, the person seemed to stop too except they seem to be rocking back and forth. I tell you, me whole body went numb and I heard meself breathing hard. We stood for a second, I wanted to turn back but that would have just made me trip longer so I braved up and started walking, the person did not move. As I got closer, I realized that this was no ordinary person, they seemed to have several hands all sticking out from their sides. Me heart almost stopped beating and without thinking I bolted, if they were not going to move I was going to run right through them. Just as I was almost on the person, beast, evil spirit, whatever it was, I changed me mind and took a sharp right, bolting through some vine. I was in full stride, being smacked in the face by branches, bushes with thorns ripped at me arms.  I heard rustling in the bushes next to me, something big was running step for step with me. I heard what sounded like growl that echoed through the trees. Something big was after me. I speed up, me legs burning, me heart pounding. I busted out onto the highway and narrowly escaped being hit by a car. I heard the driver curse and watch the back lights fade away. I stopped and bent over trying to catch me breath. Suddenly the bushes from where I had come shook. I was too tired to run so I braced meself to ward off any beast, evil spirit or devil that came at me. I heard the hoofs before I saw the sheep standing in front of me, looking at me the way I was feeling, surprised. I remember saying to meself, not that explains what was chasing me, but what kind of monster did I see on the path. It was then I remembered, that was the plumb tree I used to climb when I was a boy. Ras Burtrand ganja was way better than I thought. I made a pack, never to smoke and stay late at Ras Burtran’s house.


In the morning the 26th Installment of La Diablesse

  In the morning the 26th Installment of La Diablesse

Tune in to see what is happening in the life of Ian, look out now, La Diablesse may well be on her way.


In the morning the 26th Installment of La Diablesse

  In the morning the 26th Installment of La Diablesse

Tune in to see what is happening in the life of Ian, look out now, La Diablesse may well be on her way.


New installment of La Diablesse Tomorrow

Tune in to the La Diablesse


24th Installment of La Diablesse this Wednesday

24th Installment of La Diablesse this Wednesday

Well, well, well, looks like Ian did not get rid of the curse, looks like the La Diablesse. Oh my young doubting friend, looks like you should have believed the old Obeah woman, now here you are being stalked by the phantom woman. So what is next, what will she do to him, hmmmmm, tune in to find out.

Cool Runnings Storyteller

23th Installment of La Diablesse

I stopped and looked round and out of the corner of me eye I saw a white misty figure in the bushes just off the road, I froze, I mean, I could not move at all. The stinking figure froze with me and there it was that bloody feeling of helplessness, that same deafening silence, I could not decide what to do so I just stood there watching the figure. Then slowly it floated towards me no leaves moved, it seemed to walk right through them. I wanted to run so bad but me bloody feet felt like they had grown roots in the frigging dirt. Just as the figure came onto the road a car drove up and the figure disappeared, I mean, its like the damn car went right through it, I jumped out of the way the driver yelling at me as he went by. I stood there watching its rear lights fade away from me like eyes of a menacing animal. I turned back to the place where the white figure had stood nothing moved not even the leaves, I mean where the hell was all that damn wind, then like someone lit a fire under me feet I sprung into action and ran the rest of the way home. I got into the house and turned on all the lights and closed all the windows, sat on me bed breathing hard ever so often listening to hear if anyone or anything was trying to break into the house.

I spent a sleepless night thinking bout the day’s events and the encounter with the woman in white, stinking Obeah woman, she good for nothing ceremonies did not work at all. Then I thought bout Legba John, I mean, was the old man right? Did I not believe and the La Diablesse was back to seduce me. Outside the wind howled through the trees sounding like a lost child crying for its mother, I tried not to think bout the lady in white, I mean, I had to deal with the students in the morning, I had to focus on helping them get through the trauma of the attack. The next few days could be the most stressful days I had ever encountered as a teacher.

The next day I learned more about what had happened, the father of the opposition leader was shot and killed in the attack at the waterfront; bloody hooligans charged into the building and shot the man. There was this real tense silence throughout the school, angry students stood in the hallways talking but becoming silent when a teacher walked by, I tried me best to relate to them but they did not trust me. I didn’t blame they knew who me parents were especially me damn father, bloody monster always threatened people. I spent the next day or two doing me best to help the students who came to me.

Just before school let out for the weekend I saw Alison, she had a bandage on she head she looked at me with the usual suspicious expression. I asked she how she was doing and she seemed surprised that I spoke to she. She told me that she was healing and that she grandmother was taking care of those who had attacked she, yeah right, hope she had better luck with them than she had with me. I told she bout the white shadow I saw and she looked at me with disappointment in she eyes.

“You shouda believed,” she said and walked away. I walked to the teacher’s lodge just as Mr. Hopson was walking out; the pretentious old goat looked at me crossed eyed and strolled past.

That Friday went by uneventful the political situation seemed to have cooled down except for romours of clashes between young men and the police in the northern side of the island. I was real glad the week was coming to an end because on Saturday I was going to meet Jane and we were going to spend the whole weekend together.

When I got home Ken’s brother was home from jail and there was a small party going on in they yard. Every once in a while a police car would drive by slowing down as they passed the house, some of the young men in the yard shouted obscenities at them and the policemen shouted back waving their nightsticks, that day was the last day I saw Ken’s brother for a while.

Night fell and I lay in bed not able to sleep so I went and sat at the window watching the fishing boats go out, they engines roared through the dark as if talking to each other in some strange nautical language. Small red lights flashed on the bow of the boats cautioning other ships, the bushes swayed gentle in the breeze sometimes whistling when the gusts were strong. When all the boats were gone and the only sounds left were the ocean and the sound of steeldrums playing in the distance I closed me eyes and took a deep breath, it was so bloody peaceful. I saw the lights in Ken’s home as it reflected of the glass window, ever so often a shadow walk by beyond the white blinds. There was loud classical music coming from the house beyond the bushes and I heard old man Alexander humming when the wind blew in me direction, damn old man, probable happy because he killed some poor animal that day.

A couple of hours passed and all was completely quiet, no classical music no steeldrums not even crickets or frogs. I was bout to close the window and go to bed when I saw the bushes move. I wanted to hurry up and go inside but like a fool I kept looking, then slowly, piece by piece as if a puzzle was being put together, the white dress emerged from the darkness. I could have sworn I heard a female voice calling me name, I mean, it sounded like I was standing alone in a valley of rocks and the sound of the voice was bouncing off of them. I tried to move and thought I did but after a couple of seconds I realized that I was still standing at the window. She floated across the yard coming to a stop below me

window, I wanted to yell at she to leave me alone but the words got tied up in me throat. I was dizzy as hot and cold flashes rushed through me and I became aroused so aroused me stomach tightened real bad. The La Diablesse raised she right hand, shit, I tried to fight back but instead I leaned out the window reaching down to she.

“Come” she said she dress swaying gently in the wind. This was the first time she had spoken directly to me sending a warm sensation through me, I mean, I felt like I was sitting in a bell tower while the priest rang the bell. The ocean and the land blurred into one and my head felt as if a strong pair of hands was pressing it from both sides, I lifted me right leg in an attempt to climb out of the window and just like before that white dove swooped out of the sky and the woman in white disappeared and I found meself hanging out of the window. I quickly pulled me leg back into the house and fell onto the wooden floor me heart pounded so fast I almost fainted. From me position on the floor I saw the dove turn out to sea turning white to grey before disappearing into the night. I sprung to me feet and closed the window me hands shaking like crazy, I was still aroused me stomach tight one moment then relaxed, the sounds of the night returned but I think it was because I was listening to hear if the woman in white would call me again. I stumbled to me bed fell in and immediately passed out.