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29th installment of OBEAH

It was two in the morning, the skies twinkled with stars and owls hooted in the jungle. Akosua was asleep on a straw mat under a tree with big leaves when she felt the presence of someone next to her. She opened her eyes, but there was no one there. She went back to sleep. Suddenly there was a face next to her. Most of the face was human, but the mouth and the nose were that of a wolf. The creature opened its mouth, its fangs bared. Saliva dripped and landed on the dirt next to Akosua’s face. She felt its breath against her neck; the stench permeated the air around her, an animalistic odor that stifled her. She sat up and looked around. The jungle was silent, the fire smoldered in its small pit. She looked over at the others, the warrior sand Lassette were asleep on their mats. Kwao sat against a tree rubbing his eyes as if he had just woken up. He looked over at her,

“Having a nightmare?” he asked. Akosua yawned then spoke,

“Not sure,” she said, “It seemed so real,”

“It was not real, I would protect you if it was,” Kwao said, his eyes sparkled red in the yellow light form the dying fire. He smiled but in the dim light, it looked more like a menacing glare.

“You should get some sleep we have to make it back to the village tomorrow.” Akosua said. Kwao looked at her, his head was tilted downwards, the blacks of his eyes turned up.

“Why wouldn’t you let me love you? I can give you all that you want in life. Adofo is just a dumb warrior; I have the emotions to make you feel loved.” He said Akosua sat up, a firefly floated in the air between them.

“Kwao you have to stop this we are friends, at least I would like to think that we are. But there can never be anything more than that between us.” She said. Kwao got up and walked over to her and sat down.

“I have always loved you, seeing you with him hurt my heart,” he said as he caressed her face. She pulled back a little, but that did not detour Kwao’s advances. He leaned in; his eyes closed and tried to kiss her. Akosua jerked away and scrambled to her feet. Kwao sat; his hand still outstretched looking up at her.

“Go to sleep Kwao, I will forget this ever happened.” She said her face hot with embarrassment. Kwao stood up and hesitated like he was about to say something. A flock of bats flew from one tree to the next screeching. Kwao did not say anything, he just turned and walked back over to the tree and sat down.

Akosua walked over to where the warriors and Lassette lay and sat down against a tree. The sky was dark; there were no stars, no moon, just darkness. The leaves in the trees whistled as a slight breeze blew through the jungle. Akosua thought of Adofo. She wondered what he and the other villagers were doing. Did the Ligaroos attack while she was gone? A star shot across the sky leaving a streak of white in its wake. Akosua fell asleep looking up at the sky.

Adofo and Henry were walking on a cliff that overlooked the ocean. They had decided to take a different route to the Bokor’s village to avoid any sneak attacks by the evil spirits. The sea water was dark but frothy white where the waves crashed into the rocks. The sun shined down causing the ocean to glitter blinding Henry whenever he looked out to sea. Flying fish jumped out of the water, flocks of seagulls soared just over the surface. Adofo stopped and looked out at the ocean. He saw five dark spots in the distance gliding towards the island. He put his hand over his eyes to shield the sun and squinted to get a better look.

“What is it?” Henry asked. Adofo looked for a second.

“Don’t know looks like small boats to me,” he said. Henry placed his hand over his eyes and looked out onto the ocean.

“Boats, do you think the Ligaroos are coming to attack?” He asked.

“I doubt it, they only attack at night, but the Ligaroo king has enough power to change that. He can use anyone to attack us.” He said. They stood and watched as the boats came closer to Akan Island.

“Lets go, we have to warn Akosua and the others.” He said as he turned away from the ocean and headed towards the jungle.

“We will go the way Akosua would use to get back to the village.” He said as he walked away from the cliff.


New installment of OBEAH, this Sunday

From his graf in the old time cemetery, Pa Pa Jumbie is inviting you to tune in Sunday for another installment of OBEAH. Pa Pa Jumbie say that the Akans should watch their backs. Plants and flowers is not the only thing that the Ligaroo King will use to attack them. Much more demons and jumbies will come at them. Now what is wrong with that boy Kwao, is he making a play for Akosua. How will this play out. Keep tuning in to find out. Don’t make Pa Pa Jumbie bring it to your dreams.


Tune in Tomorrow

Another installment of OBEAH. Yes, come back to see what Henry is up to now. Last week, him and his friends were battling a Jumbie sent by the Ligaroo king. What will he have to fight off next. And now that Akosua have enlisted the help of the Bokors, will they be strong enough to get the Spear of Salt to defeat the Ligaroo King. Ahhh, to find out you will have to tune in for another installment of Obeah, tomorrow and every Sunday. Tune in, don’t make Pa Pa Jumbie come to you in your dreams.


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From Obeah

The Ligaroo King circled around her. Every muscle in his body twitched, his teeth snarled, his breathing came in small bursts. She looked at him, her body tense, and her face hot with anger. All the fear was gone, as she turned around following his every move. This was the moment, the moment when her people will be free. She raised her right hand over her shoulders and got the Spear of Salt. It blinked florescent, as she faced down the Ligaroo King. His red eyes sparked in the yellow glow from the torches, his mouth opened wide, as he threw his head back and howled.

“This is the end of the path for you little witch, can you see the crossroads, and can you see Baron Samedi waiting for you? You and all your friends will not leave this island free. I will make you my slaves yet.” He said, and then charged, swinging his sword. Akosua raised the spear above her head, and the sound of metal hitting metal echoed above the sound of the battle. They struggled, face to face, Akosua barely able to breath because of the stench coming from the beast’s mouth.
“Where is your Obatala now? I don’t see him here to save you. You will make the perfect sacrifice for Baron Samedi,” he said as he pushed. Akosua growled as she strained to push him away.

“It is you who will not get off this island. It is written, that good will always prevail over evil. We will win and we will be free.” She said and pushed as hard as she could. The Ligaroo King staggered back and looked at her, as if surprised at how strong she was. Slowly a smile covered his face. Then without saying a word he charged at her. Akosua sidestepped and swung the spear, the sharp edge of it nipped the Ligaroo King on his side. The beast looked down at his side and cupped the wound with his hand, then looked back at Akosua.

He raised his head and howled with anger, then charged, swinging his sword. The girl tried to use her spear to ward him off, but the blow was so powerful she stumbled and fell. She lay looking up at the Ligaroo King. He had a triumph smile on his face. He brought his sword down, and she rolled to her right. The sharp edges of the sword hit the ground next to her head sending a puff of dirt into the air. The beast raised his sword again, and then brought it down again. Akosua rolled to her left, got to her knees and scrambled to her feet. Before she was fully prepared, the beast came at her. She stumbled to her right and jabbed him with the spear. The Ligaroo gasped with surprise, like someone had knocked the wind out of him. He swung his arm, knocking the spear away from his body. Steamed hissed out of his arm where the spear touched him. His sword fell to the ground, and he looked at Akosua, and for the first time there was weakness in his eyes. He retreated to his throne gasping for breath. Akosua followed him, the spear held over her head.

The Ligaroo King leaned on his throne, his hand outstretched, as if motioning her to wait.

“Sometimes the people you love are the very ones who betray you,” as he held his side and gasped for breath. Akosua stood, looked at him an expression of puzzlement on her face. The Ligaroo chuckled, coughed, blood spouted out of his mouth creating a mist of red in front of him. He took another deep breath; Akosua took a step towards him,

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Good Marning, Neighbours

Good Marning, Neighbours

High stepping, early morning, brilliant crimson wake up dance. Graceful as if walking of water. Royal as if in the presence of the lion king. With the wind as their music and the son as their disco ball. They are ready for nature’s graduation ball.

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From Obeah

Akosua twisted and turned as she slid down on the salt. She came to a stop looking up at Adofo and Donkor. They took her arms and pulled her up. Henry and the others slid down after her, stood up and looked around. The ceiling of the cave was about twenty feet high. The roof of it was a layer of salt and the sun shined through it, creating a rainbow of colours on the white walls. The cave was salt, just like the white field they had just walked on. On the far side, large rocks of salt stood like steps that went about fifteen feet up. At the top, above the last steps of salt was the only natural rock visible.

“Right there,” Donkor said. Akosua looked up at the rock, its beige colour pronounced against the rocks of salt that surrounded it. She lay her gear down and was about to walk over to the steps when laughter filled the cave. Some of the salt rocks cracked and pieces fell, bounced off the salt floor, rolled towards Henry and stopped at his feet.

“Welcome girl witch,” the voice boomed. It echoed through the cave and Akosua looked around to see where it had come from. A man stepped out from behind a salt rock that was shaped like a headstone. It was six feet tall, and as Akosua and her friends watched, a black cross appeared on the front of it. Above the cross were the letters R.I.P, underneath was Akosua’s mother’s name written in red. There were smaller salt rocks surrounding it, they too were shaped like tombstones with the names of each child’s parent on it.

The man wore a black suit, and a black top hat, and dark sunglasses with the right lens knocked out of it. His exposed red eye rolled as he spoke. He used the smaller tombstones as steps to climb onto the bigger one and sat on top of it like a king on his throne.

“This is the perfect spot to sit and watch this momentous occasion. Little witch retrieves Spear of Salt so that she can save her people,” Guede said then threw his head back and laughed. Akosua stood calm and smiled, her eyes never moving away from the evil Loa,

“You don’t intimidate me, you are just a Lackey for Baron Samedi,” she responded. Guede’s laughter disappeared immediately. He puffed on his cigar then leaned forward.

“Go ahead little lady, go get your spear,” he said, and smiled a devilish smile. Akosua looked back at her friends. Adofo stepped forward.

“I will go with you,” he said, but Akosua waived him off.

“I have to do this alone,” She said and took a step.

“Ohhh brave little Obeah Woman,” Guede said and laughed. The salt crunched as Akosua stepped on it, it was the loudest sound she had ever heard, it echoed in her head as she took another step. She stepped lightly, but her left foot sank to her ankle in the salt and was slowly sinking more.

“Watch it now; you already stuck your foot in your mouth by challenging me. Be careful you don’t step into a salty grave.” Guede said and roared with laughter. She struggled to free her foot. Adofo started walking towards her, but once again she raised her hand and he stopped. She was finally able to pull her foot out, small chunks of wet salt rolled off her feet as she shook them one at a time. She steadied herself and took a step. Guede’s smile disappeared again; he had an impatient expression on his face. He looked over at Adofo and the others and then back to Akosua.

“You think you can save lives by getting this spear? Don’t you know that life and death is the biggest joke played on man. That’s why I can use the dead to do my evil works, and I can use the living to do my bidding also.” He boasted then laughed as Amelia took another tentative step. Guede continued talking,

“Ask yourself, are the Jab Jabs dead, or are you and your friends the dead ones. Did I order them to attack you, or is this all one big illusion, and you are actually in the afterlife, and I am in control, and you are doing exactly what I want you to do. Is there a spear over there, or is this just one of my games that I so love to play?” Akosua stopped and looked at him.

“As sure as I am standing here that spear exists, Yemaya says so,” she said and Guede rolled his exposed eye.

“Yemaya, Yemaya. She is no real Loa. She is loose and she is a trickster. Why would you believe her?” He asked staring at Akosua. She took another step then looked over at Guede,

“My mother brought it here Donkor can attest to that.” She said and took another step. Guede looked over at Donkor.

“Who him, the Bokor,” Guede clapped his hand and laughed, a red teardrop rolled out of his eyes,

“Hi old friend, been to any sacrifices lately. What, are you all of a sudden a good little Hougan. I seem to remember wanting my help. Remember the services, the food, and the human offerings. Thank you I was hungry for food, or hungry for souls, and you were quite willing to satisfy me.” he winked at Donkor, the man shifted from one leg to the next nervously.

“Look how nervous he is, do you think you can trust him?” Guede said,. Akosua looked over at Donkor and gave him a reassuring smile. She took another step, her legs shook a little. Guede sucked his teeth, shook his head, and then sneezed. The ground moved violently and Henry and his friends fell. Akosua braced herself, her hand stretched out at her sides for balance. The salt floor began to crack as the cave rumbled.

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The Ligaroo King (From the nove Obeah)

The Ligaroo King (From the nove Obeah)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The old man From Obeah

Akosua and her companions had just finished eating and had continued on their journey. A flock of red robins swopped down and flew around them. Kwao swatted at them, and they hovered over him, as if taunting him. His green eyes were alight with annoyance. Akosua touched his shoulder,

“Respect all life,” she said as the birds chirped and flew around just above their heads. They kept walking until they came upon an orchard of Midecinier_Bebi trees. They stopped and surveyed the orchard. It was unusual to see so many of these trees in one spot. Akosua closed her eyes as a mild breeze swept through the trees, and the leaves rustled gently. Kwao closed his eyes enjoying the welcomed cool down.

A small man walked out of the trees. He had a Macoute sack that smelled like palm oil and corn. There was a small pipe hanging from his mouth, smoke twirled out of it as he puffed contentedly. His arms were covered with sores that disappeared under the sleeves of his rose red shirt. His black pants were cut just under his knees, and his bare feet were caked with mud. He stopped in front of Akosua and tipped his broad straw hat.  Kwao open his eyes, lifted his spear, and was about to throw it at the man.

“No don’t, its Pa Pa Legba, guardian of the crossroads between life and death.” Akosua said and stepped in front of Kwao. Pa Pa Legba laughed and shuffled his feet in the dirt. A dog walked up behind him and sat next to his feet.

“Easy young man,” Pa Pa Legba said jovially. Akosua took a step towards Pa Pa Legba. Kwao grabbed her arm and she looked at him crossed eyed.

“Its ok, he has a message for us.” She said, Pa Pa Legba spun around doing a strange dance.

“Smart girl, smart Obeah Woman,” He said. Kwao lowered his spear. Pa Pa Legba sucked on his pipe, smoke escaped with each word he uttered.

“Beware of the Bokors, they practice in black magic. They Evoke Baron Samedi, the spirit of death. They will use him to get their vengeance. The Ligaroo King and his followers have also formed an alliance with Baron Samedi and his evil spirits, and now they are using one among you to sabotage your quest to get your loved ones back. Watch out for him, he will hide in the shadows, he will pretend to be your friend. Remember most Ligaroos are born into the tribe he is. But you should have faith, we the good spirits will always be with you.” He said then laughed, and the birds chirped, and monkeys barked an acappella that echoed among the trees. Pa Pa Legba sniffed at his Macute sack.

“Time to eat, “he said then turned and danced into the cluster of Medicinier_Bebi trees. Akosua stood motionless, the breeze subsided, and the leaves on the trees became still. Kwao touched Akosua’s shoulder.

“Lets go we need to get to the Bokor’s village as soon as we can.” Amelia said and started walking. Kwao pushed ahead of her as if he was her protector. Pa Pa Legba’s voice resonated through the jungle.

“Walk the straight and narrow, you will always find me at the crossroads. I will be waiting,” He said his voice slowly disappearing with the wind.

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Tropical Feast

Tropical Feast

Ahhh a spread fit for a tropical king. Callaloo. fried fish, breadfruit and vegetables. Ohhhh yes, sit and watch the sun set while eating dinner from a verandah, now that is the life.