Three
small picknies sit by the outside kitchen
Not
sure if them ready fi the story to begin
Daddy
tipped the flambo with a smirk on his face
The
light was now bright, but still our hearts race
Our
eyes tear opened as he started the first
About
the river bridge in Mespo whey people say curse
With
no electricity during those times
The
pitched black night was when the ghost chose to shine
In
a long white dress, she often appears
No
man too big for her to instil in them fear
We
jumped a little as daddy screeched out her sound
The
place was so silent we can hear our hearts pound
Go
bring me the salt mummy shouted to my brother
The
silence was broken as we looked at each other
Daddy
started to laugh at the look on his face
But
mommy was upset and started to pace
Why
you does frighten the pickney them, she shouted at him
Na
dem want hear jumbie stories, he replied with a grin
Go
follow him, he said, all three ah you go
Nothing
na dey in the house to frighten aryo
We
took a lighted candle and headed in the house
Nobody
talking, we quiet like a mouse
Our
toes were being mashed by each other’s feet
No
one wanted the back, no one wanted to lead
We
shuffled along till we got to the table
The
shackle of fear no longer had us disabled
For
as my brother grabbed the salt we all rush for the door
Although
Jumbie story sweet, we never want hear no more
A
second will come, but on another night
Once
we get a good rest and sleep off the fright
Maybe
next time we go hear about Jack o’ Lantern
Frog
with bow tie or the Obeah man
Copyright Rose-Ann Smith 2014