Ahhh yes, it is a great day to stay home from work. Come, sit with me, out in the sunshine, listen to the waves, smell the salt in the air. Close your eyes, feel the cool trade winds brush against your skin. Smell the aroma of wild flowers as the wind bounce of the hilltop and back out to sea. Listen to the clinging of ice as thirsty tourists raises they glasses of guava juice, or is it pineapple juice. Hear the sound of the lone calypsonian strumming on his guitar somewhere on the beach. Listen to the roof of the stray hut whistle, watch the coconut tress sway, hear the sound of sails flapping in a gust of wind. Feel the coolness of Mango juice run down your throat. Yes, perfect day to brush of work, perfect day to just sit and let the sun soak in.
Ohhh its like culinary heaven, Pasta with tropical spices, all the vegetables possible and chicken, lightly peppers, stewed in a taste exploding sauce. If you close your eyes, you can almost see the colours you are tasting. Then later, you sit at your window, look out at the ocean littered with small boats and enjoy:
Yes, yes yes, a slice of Pumpkin pudding. Ohh the cinnamon, ohhh the nutmeg, ohh the taste of natural sugar cane sugar straight from the cane fields right behind your house. Oh one can only daydream of such a life.
Ahhhh Sunday Morn, lay back watch the sail boat bobbing on the emerald ocean. Daydream about laying on the vanilla cotton candy clouds. Floating across the cool-aid blue nothingness. The gentle crunch of the golden sand against your back. The scent of the breach grapes in the tree hanging over you. The warm tickle of the early morning sun against your cool skin. Yes man, the feeling of the first day, peaceful. The best way to star
It was three in the morning and Akosua was still asleep in the corner. She had not dreamt all night, but now she tossed and turned. Her dark sleep had changed, and now she stood in a field that was engulfed in a thick fog that came up to her waist. She heard animals, and felt them brush against her legs. Birds flew just above the fog, as if in search of something. She heard laughter and tried to figure out where it had come from. The laughter echoed, and the macabre sound seemed to surround her. She saw a black top hat coming towards her; someone or something slowly ascended a flight of stairs. She waited, a face appeared, and it was skeletal like. Despite his dark glasses, his red eyes seemed to be floating in its sockets. He wore a black tuxedo and had cotton plugs in his nostrils like a corpse dressed and prepared for burial. Akosua recognized him; it was Baron Samedi Loa of death. He walked up to her and stopped about an arm’s length away and laughed. He lifted his hand and took a swig from a bottle of rum and puffed on a cigar that dangled from his mouth.
“Me little pickeny.” He said his voice was nasal. “You thik you go win a war with me,” he threw his head back and laughed. Smoke floated out of his mouth. He stopped laughing, took a drink, and then tossed the bottle into the fog. She heard the bottle hit the soft mud then roll a little. A wolf howled then scurried away. Baron Samedi laughed again.
“You don’t have the power to defeat we. Your parents will always be our slaves, Jumbies for life. We will destroy you chosen one or not. “He said, his eyes became a deathly stare, Akosua shivered a little in the damp air.
“You are not all powerful you can be defeated, it has happen in the past,” Akosua said. Baron Samedi threw his head back and laughed.
“That was no defeat, remember, a man who turns and run away, lives to fight another day, and furthermore, do you think I am going to let meself be defeated by a mere child. You should be out playing. Just because you have a boyfriend does not make you big woman,” he said and laughed, smoke bellowed out of his mouth.
“Yemaya and her good spirits will make sure you and your Ligaroos are destroyed,” she said, Baron Samedi took a drag from his cigar and looked at her.
“Yemaya, that’s Obeah witch, that lose woman, a little of me charm and she would be like sugar in me tea,” he said, a twisted smile on his face. Akosua smiled back and that enraged him.
“You should be afraid of me you little witch. Your services and offerings will not save you and soon you too will become me Jumbies just like you mother.” He shouted then laughed, and backed up. His red eyes flashed with a spark of orange. Slowly drowning out the sound of his laughter was a chorus of voices, some moaned woefully while others screamed causing the area around Akosua to vibrate. Behind him, she saw a human form above the mist. Akosua shook her head but kept on smiling;
“Your black magic doesn’t scare me,” Akosua said. Baron Samedi threw his head back and screamed then charged at her. Just before his body slammed into her, she woke up and looked around. A thick fog floated into the hut from the door. She saw a dark figure looking down on her and sat up, Kwao stood looking in at her. When he realized she was awake he turned and walked away.
The storm had stopped, the early morning sun created grey shadows with the fog that floated into the hut. The wet mud smelled like mildew clothes, over ripped mangoes, and molded bushes all at the once. Akosua got up and walked to the doorway. The storm had knocked down several huts, and there were fallen trees and branches everywhere. Akosua walked through the village assessing the damage. Her feet sank into the mud, leaving her petite footprint in the soft top soil. Some of the Bokors were already repairing the damaged huts. Donkor walked up to Akosua; his giant foot prints engulfed hers in the mud. He was not painted in red and blue anymore. His dark brown skin glistened with sweat, his eyes were hazel, almost brown, and he had frown lines on his forehead. He smiled and reached his hand out like a father would to a daughter.
“The evil spirits were extremely mad at us this time.” He said Akosua looked around; she had seen this scene of helplessness in her own village before. Still, there were smiles because no one perished. A woman held a small baby and rocked it. The baby giggled as it nestled in its mother’s arms. A young man chased after a pig, the animal scurried into the jungle.
“I have an uneasy feeling about our village; we should be on our way.” She said, Donkor started walking and she followed him, trying to keep up with his long stride.
“So soon, we were going to have a feast to celebrate our union,” he said, Akosua stopped. Donkor stopped and looked back at her.
“I have a feeling that something may have happened in our village, I must get back there to make sure all is well,” She said. Behind him she saw the former leader walking among the villagers. He had a blank expression on his face. He bumped into people, but did not seem to know they were there. Donkor turned and looked at him.
“Sad, he used to be a good Hougan,” he said. Akosua walked over to the man. He still wore the red and white robe only it was covered with dirt.
“Evil child, Pedro will rain vengeance on you for putting a curse on me,” he said. She reached out and touched his face;
“You did this to yourself,” she said
“I see the evil in your eyes,” he said, slapped her hand and ran off whispering. Kwao and the warriors walked up, they looked at the former leader then turned to Akosua.
“Get yourselves together we are leaving,” she said. They turned and walked away.
“Hey Kwao, we are taking the woman from last night’s service with us,” she said, Kwao stopped and turned to her,
“We don’t need another Kindoki in our village, I don’t trust them, their people are demons,” he said. Akosua looked at him.
“Go get her, she comes with us,” she said. Kwao hesitated for a second. Akosua turned back to the former leader.
“Are we going to take him too?” Kwao said and before Akosua could respond he turned and walked away.
“That boy is indignant,” Donkor said. “I would keep an eye on him,” Akosua looked over her shoulder at Kwao.
“He is just angry that’s all,” she said and looked over at the former leader who sat under a mango tree mumbling. .
“I wish there is something we can do for him,” she said. Donkor nodded,
“I do too but he sold his soul to Baron Samedi this is the consequence.” He said. Akosua stood there for a second looking at the man. She shook her head then turned and followed Kwao.
Come back tomorrows for another installment of Obeah. What will Henry and his new comrades have to fight off. Will the Ligaroo King send his demons to attack them, will they find a way to defeat him and his band of blood suckers, Tune in. Cause Papa Jumbie says so.