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What could be your Lunch

Since its Saturday, your lazy day, what would top it off better than a really really splendid lunch. Hmmm, whatever will you eat. Like we say on the island, “Me no know you know” But hey that is why storyteller is here. Hmmm, How about sopme fish, ohhh yes, season overnight with onions, garlic, sweet peppers, hot peppers, thyme, celery, sage, a little rosemary, a touch of nutmeg. Oh yes, then you simmer it in a nice gravy. Yes man, this going taste real good I tell you. Hmm what you go have with it, oh yes, cook up[ some provisions, hows about some rice and peas, the peas, picked straight from your back yard. Me mouth watering already, yes man, I can smell that food all over the bloody village. Nuff, nuff, waters bubbling in the kitchen. Now, what can you drink, let me see. Oh yeah, what about some sugar cane juice, yes man, that going hit the spot for sure.cane juice.

Ohhhh yes, ahhhhh, just the right taste to go with that fish. Now all is cooked, best place to eat, yes, in the back yard, under the plumb tree, with the thick leaves blocking the sun from burning you.  Yes man, island living, the good old days. Soon come, soon come.

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22nd installment of Obeah

It was silent for a second, then the surface of the pond rippled, and a head emerged. Its face was androgynous, auburn hair, grey coloured eyes that was blank but looked almost innocent. Slowly the creature moved towards them. They prepared themselves for an attack. Henry hopped he remembered all that Adofo and Ampah had taught him. The creature’s ebony coloured chest appeared. Its dark skin glistened as the sun bounced off the pellets of water that rolled down its body. The creature stopped and looked at the warriors. There was still a piece of the pig hanging from its shoulder. Henry stood behind Adofo, sweat rolled into his eyes, but he was too afraid to move, so he blinked trying to squeeze it out. The creature stepped out of the pond and stopped just outside the rippling water. The creature’s legs were that of a monkey’s, but it stood well over six feet tall. Its tail followed wiggling around in the mud, leaving a swirly path in its wake. For a second the creature and the warriors stood and looked at each other.

“What is it?” Henry asked.

“I don’t know.” Adofo said his voice a whisper. Ampah spoke but, at first only a crackling sound came out. He cleared his throat.

“I don’t know but I don’t think it wants to make friends.” He said his spear ready to be thrown. The creature raised its tail above its head like a cobra ready to strike. The hand slowly emerged from the tip of it and made a fist. Adofo motioned for his friends to form a half circle around it. The creature tilted its head back as if to roar, but cried like a grown man trapped in a grave unable to free himself. Its voice echoed through the jungle sending wild animals scampering to hide. Henry was having a hard time keeping his grip on his machete. His palms were sweating profusely.

The creature stopped crying and looked at them, and for a second it looked like it was asking for their help. Suddenly it charged, Adofo charged towards it his spear held high. Before he could throw the spear the creature flicked its tail. Adofo floated through the air and landed on some bushes, branches broke, bugs fluttered into the air as he landed. The creature turned its attention to Henry. He wanted to stand his ground, but was petrified and turned to run. Ampah saw his chance and threw his spear and the creature cried out in pain. Henry stopped and turned back to the creature. It was trying to pull the spear from its leg. Henry took a deep breath and charged but the creature flicked its tail hitting him on the shoulder. He sailed through the air and landed in a tree, he fell hitting every branch as he did, and he ended up hanging on a branch about three feet from the ground.

The creature stumbled still trying to pull the spear from its leg. Adofo charged and buried his spear in its other leg. The creature screamed and fell backwards. Ampah ran up to it, set his foot on its leg, and pulled his spear out. The creature screamed in pain and for a second it sounded like it was pleading for its life. Henry scrambled to retrieve his machete and ran over to help. He was almost to the creature when it raised its tail and took aim at Ampah. Henry dove into the air swinging his machete. He heard the creature scream as the machete sliced through its tail. Ampah had his spear in his hand; he stuck it into the creature’s chest. Adofo walked up and helped Henry to his feet.

“For a second I thought you grew wings,” he said laughing

“I was driven by fear my friend,” Henry said Ampah stood his right foot on top of the creature. The villagers stood over the lifeless beast.

“Where do you think it came from?” Henry asked. Adofo took a deep breath,

“I have no clue, but I bet the Ligaroos have something to do with it.” He said. Ampah pulled his spear from the creature’s chest. They stood over it for a second then turned and walked away. They had went about four feet when the bushes began to rustle. They turned around. The creature’s body had melted into the tall grass. They ran back to where it lay and to their surprise the creature had transformed into a human being. Ampah knelt down next to the man; his skin was as dark as midnight, his body was ropey with muscles and he had salt and pepper hair. His dark eyes were open wide with fear.

“I know him,” Ampah said, “He was on the ship with us,” Adofo bent down to get a better look at the man.

“I remember him he was taken with our parents. The Ligaroo is using the power of the Pedro Loa to create monsters of their captives.” He said and they were silent for a second.

“How do we know when it is our family that is the monsters?” Henry asked, Adofo turned to him a sad look in his eyes,

“We don’t,” he said. There was silence again then Henry spoke,

“We should bury him,” he said, Adofo and the others nodded and one by one, they set about the solemn task of burying the man.

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Good Morning Humans

Ahhhh, this is the life. Just hanging around, no worries for today.  Oh come on, don’t be jealous. I mean just because I am cute, and I have this perfect two toned colour that matches perfectly, don’t mean you have to hate. I mean hate the game not the player. Ahhh yes, can you feel that nice cool morning breeze, air so clean you can almost taste it, jungle so pristine you just want to live in it. Now if I can just get you to stop destroying it I will be a lot happier. You see I look much better climbing trees here than in some bloody cage.  I know, you want to gawk at me, say gu gu ga ga things like I am one of your snort nose off springs, but me, all I want to do is find a strong tree and hang around all day, something you wish you can do. Anyway, I am going back to my swinging, I will leave you to get to your rat race. Not trying to be sarcastic but may peace like this be with you.

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Ohh yes yes, Sugar Apples

Ohhh the sweet creamy deliciousness, Oh yes, its Saturday afternoon and a group of boys are all scaling the tree trying to find the ripe ones. They were running around the tree scrambling over the fallen fruit, sometimes destroying it before anyone could get to eat it.  Soon there were way too many boys trying to climb the tree, the branches sagged to the ground as they swung from branch to branch. Then there was a loud booming voice.

“All you get out ah me yard!” The boys stopped, all was quiet, an old man charged out of the house, he moved fast taking into consideration his age. Above his head was a switch and before the boys could react the old man was among them swinging the switch, connecting on anyone he could. Oh the screaming the laughing as the old man chased them out of the yard.

“You little hooligaans!” he screamed. “I know who you are, i know all all yuh muddas, I go tell dem and all yuh go get a good licking. Stay out me yard I tell yuh.” The boys were laughing, some checking themselves for marks from the switch.  oh yes, the things us boys used tio do for some sweet sweet sugar apples.

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Picture taken a few minutes ago in Grenada

Picture taken a few minutes ago in Grenada

The Red Flamboyant in Full Bloom! These grow all over the island, I remember as a child sitting behind the sixteenth century fort where there were lots of these trees. Its was so peaceful. That is when the day dreams intensified and I started writing.

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Yes me Frinds its Marning time

Yes me Frinds its Marning time

Bring on the sunshine, go to the place where the tree with the brilliant red flowers stand alone, over looking the ocean, like mother nature’s guard, protecting the natural from the storm clouds. Yes me friends, its time to get up and live while you living.

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Good Marning Me Neighbours

Good Marning Me Neighbours

This morning I had a dream
In which I walking on bare foot on the sun
Where the whole world is sherbet orange
And in my dream I dozed off
With my back against a tree
With brilliant green vines plated around its trunk

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From Obeah

“Over there!” he shouted and ran over, pulling out his machete.

He arrived at the tree, stumbled and almost fell, but righted himself and looked at the man. His eyes were red from busted veins and his lips had turned blue. Henry began to chop at the vines, his machete stuck in the thick flesh of it and it took all his strength to pull it out. Smaller vines on the stem of the tree wrapped themselves around his ankle and tightened. He did not realize what was happening until he felt them constrict. He ignored them, and kept chopping. A rope of vine reached out and wrapped around his leg, he swung his machete and the vine fell to the ground. A couple of the warriors ran over and began helping him, yellow slime spouted from the middle of the deadly vegetation, as they chopped at it.

The Bokor fell to the ground and was motionless for a second, but then he inhaled sucking in as much air as he could. Henry cut the small vines from around his ankle and went to help the others with the Bokor. They carried both men away from the vines, and sat them down in between two trees that were about fifteen feet apart. Henry dropped to the ground gasping. Akosua knelt down next to the Bokors, closed her eyes and rested the palm of her hands on their chests. Her mouth moved, but no words came out, she reached into a sack on her waist, pulled out some leaves, and rubbed them over the bokor. Slowly they both became more alert.

“What were those?” Adofo asked and Donkor stood up and looked around at the tree.

“Those were Assassin Vines,” he said, Henry got up and stood next to him.

“I know how it feels to be entangled in those,” he said,

“No you got stuck in ordinary vines. These are Simi mobile; they move to pull you into them. They tighten around you until you are dead, and then deposit your remains near their roots. I have never known them to attack people before.” Donkor said. Suddenly, laughter echoed through the jungle.

“Death walks with you,” A voice boomed. Akosua stood up and looked around. The voice faded away as if the person was walking away from them.

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Sunday

Sunday

On a warm quiet Sunday, when the sun is setting, walk to the part of the beach, where the coconut tree hangs over the ocean. Scale up that tree, see the sun from in between the coconut tree branches. Pick the coconuts, let them drop into the clear blue under you. Watch the colourful fish dart in all directions, causing the ocean surface to sparkle with colour. Watch the water crinkle as small waves pan out in a perfect circle. Feel the heat from the dying sun soak into your back. Let go and plunge into the ocean, feels like the hug of a cool body on a hot summer day, hearing muffled sounds all around you. Standing up, the muffled hum slowly disappears as the ocean drains from your ear. Feel the trickle of water run down your body, and the cool tickle of the slight breeze that sweeps across the beach. Stop looked around, it is just another Sunday on the island.

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Cool

Cool

Volker Kraft hung 10,000 colored eggs in his apple tree this week in Saalfeld, Germany.