By Euline Joseph. WHOP! WHAP! Seldom broke the stillness of the night at my house. My brother displayed the true likeness of a mannequin, perched in front of the television set, whether it is a comedy drama, documentary or a “sudsy soap“.
But boy! Ah tell yuh, not when dem peculiar pesky parasites come out to play. If yuh see sp…eeed! He would definitely glow on a race track!
His agility didn’t carry him upstairs (like the rest of us). It was a race to the finish line for a shoe or a slipper or anything that would whop whap he victim dead dead!
The pale walls were endorsed with footprints of every size in various angles. At one time my brother found the most appropriate weapon… a paper plate.
Yuh know ah didn’t mind all this whopping and whapping on the floors or on the walls or even on the table! But he used to say, “STAND STILL!”… yeah, he wanted to whop whap we too.
And after all this hair-raising bacchanal and commotion, guess what?
The foreign German or the Creolised Oriental cock-a-roach would make… its escape!!!
October 13 – Issue 6 www.sweettntmagazine.com
By Kerry Mc Donald.
Illustration: Andrina James.
“You know, like a soucouyant suck meh last night,” exclaimed my mother.
“Where girl?” said my cousin.
“On meh leg. Watch how it is, looks dark.”
My cousin looked at my mother in amazement, followed by a grin as though she wanted to just drop on the floor and roll around in bouts of laughter.
The expression on my mother’s horrified face was surreal.
“Michelle, you think this is a joke, like ah soucouyant suck meh last night. I think it is Ms Vera.”
I could not help myself as I wanted to laugh as well. I departed for the bathroom for a good laugh. I then returned to assure my mother along with my cousin, Michelle, that Ms Vera, our neighbour, who was probably in her 80s, was too old to be a soucouyant.
As if our assurance was not enough for my mother, she quickly responded, “Soucouyant nowadays have no regards, so there is no race, age, shape, colour or size, it could even be the dog too,” she said.
At this point when my mother said the dog, I thought that she may have become paranoid.
My mother wanted to get her point across, so she took one of her prized possessions, a music record from her collection of other music records and played Crazy’s (Edwin Ayoung) song, “Suck Meh Soucouyant” so as to send a signal to Ms Vera that she was aware of what she did last night.
I have never seen a soucouyant, but I have heard various stories when I was around the age of six years, about the soucouyant, la diablesse, lagahoo, douen and even the silk cotton tree.
I often wondered if those supernatural beings existed. The mark on my mother’s leg may be proof that the soucouyant and these other beings really do exist.
April 2014 – Issue 9 www.sweettntmagazine.com