The big plane slowed for landing at Idlewild Airport, now JFK Airport, in New York. My goodness, what a sight met my eyes. Below there were so many lights and tall buildings. I’d never left the Caribbean before so this was entirely […]
Even though he was able to successfully seal all the wisdom away, Anansi was still worried and concerned that all this wisdom was just not safe enough.
As John and his wife sat at breakfast on their first morning, John said to me that he sensed there was an angry spirit on the island. To this I replied that that must be the volcano, and explained about the tragedy of the nineteen deaths in 1997. He said, no, that he knew about the volcano, but that it was something more than that.
She was just about to continue on to the bathroom, when a tall cadaverous gentleman approached her with his hands held out towards her. In a trance, she stepped into the drawing room and her small hands were lost in his large hands. As she had often done with her grandfather, and as so many children do when dancing with an adult, she put her bare feet on the top of gentleman’s shoes. He spun her around into a whirl of dancing, drawing her further and further into the crowd of partygoers. The music played on.
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Nyame after careful thought turned to Anansi and said, “Anansi, my price for the sale of all my stories lays in your ability to capture four of the most dangerous creatures in the world! I need you to capture Onini, the Python, the Mmoboro Hornets, Osebo the Leopard, and the Fairy Mmoatia.”
Suddenly a cry rang out and I was almost thrown to the ground. There was a huge stampede as every last person fled in terror. I couldn’t see or hear what had happened to cause such a reaction, but if everyone was running away, something terrible must have happened. I ran along with the crowd, panting, until I reached the car and quickly drove home.
Instead of being driven away by fear, the opposite was happening to Tinsley. She was being drawn to it. She just needed to know what it was, what it could be. The closer she got to the rock, the brighter the object and surrounding water seemed to glow.
For years I puzzled as to why our house roof remained intact and I finally asked Mammy. It was not by chance or good fortune she said. Through the years she had learned to open one window on the lee side of the storm, and when the eye passes over, during the lull, close that window and open a window on the opposite side of the house. In doing that, the build-up of pressure in the house is released and so the roof stays on. Of course this would not work if a hurricane-spawned tornado struck, but it did not happen to us, thank God!
I went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and sat on the toilet. Suddenly a black snake that had been lying in the corner behind the door uncoiled itself and reared up. I froze. Then I screamed for help, all the while climbing up onto the back of the toilet. Daddy had to break the door in to get at the snake and rescue me!
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