"The Obeah Woman"? by Anastasia Armourer

"The Obeah Woman" by Anastasia Armourer

CHAPTER 1

Trinidad and Tobago lie at the northeastern corner of Venezuela from which it is

separated by the Gulf of Pariah. It is the most southerly link of that beautiful chain of islands,

which form a curved line starting at the top of the Florida Peninsula to the mouth of the

Orinoco River called the West Indies.

The island of Trinidad is rectangular in shape. It is 50 miles long and 37 miles wide, with

a surface area of 1,863 square miles. The highest range of mountains, in the north, crosses the

width of the island from Galena Point to Dragon’s Mouth. The only two clearly marked breaks

in the hills are Tucker Valley and Diego Martin Valley.

It is in Diego Martin Valley that Mother Dora, The Obeah Woman, lives. She is like a

mother to all the people in Simian Village, for she brought 99% of them into this world. She

cares for them with her healing herbs and she is there for them in times of trouble.

No one knows how old Mother Dora is. To look at her, one would say she is in her late

fifties. She stands about five foot six inches and weighs one hundred and sixty pounds. Her

head is tied up in a bright red and white floral head wrap which is the same pattern as her

dress.

She pulls her black shawl about her shoulders, and takes her medicine basket in her

hand. It is the dry season, and the Trade Winds are blowing through the trees as she steps out

of her house. The smell of her garden always brings a smile to her face. She walks around to

the back of her house, quickly picking a few fresh herbs for her basket. Now she is ready and it

is time.

She places her basket on her head and walks briskly along the path that leads to Simian

Village. As she walks, the wind swirls about her kissing her cheeks and tugging at her skirts like

an impatient lover. She smiles and sang a love song to the Great Spirit in the wind. The dirt

road turns sharply to the right. She walked quickly as she approached the house of Shanka, a

Portuguese man whose wife was in her eighth month of pregnancy.

It was after midnight, and all the lights in the house were on. She could hear the cries of

Shanka’s wife, Gloria, in pain. She heard Shanka’s mother-in-law saying,

“Shanka, you’ve got to get Mother Dora! She will know what to do! It’s all too soon!” “You

have four more weeks yet!”

Mother Dora stood outside the door. It swung open and the tall man stared into her

smiling face with deep astonishment. She walked forward and touched his shoulder.

“It will be alright.” She said, as she walked past him into the house.

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“Hot coals!” she commanded to Shanka’s mother-in-law, Edna, who leaped to her feet and ran

outside to the still shouldering fire pit. She put some of the coals into a flat pan and brought

them to Mother Dora.

The house had two bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen. Mother Dora put incense on

the hot coals. Soon, the whole house was full of smoke. Then she started to sing as she

opened all the windows and doors of the house. She then took a white bottle from her basket

and poured its contents in a wooden bowl. Finally, she sprinkled the house and everyone in it,

with a bundle of fresh herbs.

Shanka sat on his living room sofa, holding his two sons. Jessie the oldest, was six.

Martin was two. Edna sat on the bed, trying to comfort her daughter. “It’s alright girl. Mother

Dora is here.” Somehow, she knew to come just now.” She wet her daughter’s forehead with a

damp cloth.

Dora took a small black bottle from her basket. She held it firmly as she walked over to

the southwest corner of the bedroom. She stood facing the corner as though standing in front

of a person.

“You get out from here right now!” she commanded in a low, hard voice, as cold as

water in a cellar.

“I know Cocoka sent you and I know why, but you ain’t going to succeed here tonight.

So get out! Get out now!! I say GO!!!

She walked around the room sprinkling the content of the bottle on some invisible

person. Then she closed all the windows and doors and started singing again as she put the

contents of the black bottle on the doors and windows. Next, she anointed the foreheads of

every person in the house with blessed oil.

“Now, we must stop these labor pains, “she poured the content of a blue bottle into a

clay mug and handed it to Edna.

“She got to drink all this.”

Edna took the mug and fed the drink to Gloria, who was still crying out from her pains.

Dora placed two lighted white candles on the floor on each side of the bed, and then she placed

one lighted blue candle at the foot of the bed. Then she placed the pan of hot coals next to the

candle, and burned the fresh herbs on them. The smoke perfumed the air as Dora sat up in

front of the candle, singing, with her medicine basket next to her on the floor.

She looked at Gloria on the bed, whose cries became a low moan, showing that the pain

was subsiding. Edna was wiping her daughter’s forehead when a loud bang from someone, or

something, hit the roof of the house.

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Shanka ran into the bedroom, a look of horror on his face. Edna and Gloria clung to

each other in terror. The sounds of scraping and scratching as if something with long claws

was trying to scratch a hole through the galvanized roof.

Gloria screamed again. Dora stood to her feet and intercepted Shanka as he rushed

towards his wife. “You broke your contract with Cocoka, didn’t you? “Now she wants

revenge!”

Shanka looked with astonishment into the gray, piercing eyes of Mother Dora. He

opened his mouth to confirm her statements, but no sound came from his lips. He only nodded

his head as tears fell from his eyes.

Gloria was now howling in pain. Dora rushed to her, took a necklace of multicolored

stones from around her neck and placed them on Gloria. They stopped her screams instantly.

Panting heavily and placing her hands on her belly, Gloria cried between breaths, “The child….,

the child is coming!”

Dora rushed to her basket and took out a red root. “Eat this!”

Gloria ate the gnarled plant with haste. Dora placed her hands on the woman’s belly

and said, “STOP!” “Stop Now! It is not yet time! Wait a little bit longer.” With these words, the

pains stopped.

Gloria looked at the woman whose hands had brought her and her two children into this

world. “Thank you, Mother,” she whispered. The gentle woman smiled at her and wiped away

her tears.

“This child will not come before her time, nor will she die.” She smiled at Gloria

reassuringly.

Suddenly, screams came from the living room. “Stay here with her.” Dora said to Edna,

as she and Shanka ran to find the two boys doubled in pain. “Go bring my basket.”

Shanka rushed back to the bedroom as Dora Scooped his sons into her arms and held

them to her. Shanka brought the basket and placed it before the woman on the floor.

“You are a damn fool, Shanka!”

He glared at her, not knowing how to respond. Her eyes blazed with anger. “You were

a fool first of all to go to Cocoka, and even a bigger fool to sell her you’re first born, and for

what?”

“I was desperate,” he shouted. “She gave me the money I needed for my shop! I had to

make a life for my family!”

“Money, money! It’s always money!” she howled at him. “Give me that little black

bag,” she pointed with her head and eyes to the basket. Shanka handed her the little black bag.

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She set the boys on the floor in front of her. Then she made a circle around the man and his

sons.

“You stay here in this circle and do not move until I come back inside.” The boys

stopped crying as they held onto their father. The scratching on the roof became louder and

more intensified. Dora reached into her basket and took out three small black stones and

spoke some words to them in pattwa. After this, she left the house, locking the door behind

her.

All around was still and heavy. She could feel the evil presence of Cocoka the Sukkunya,

the witch of black magical arts. She held her body erect and walked a little way from the house.

Standing straight and still, she turned and looked at the rooftop.

In the light of the moon she saw her. It was Lilith! A horrible winged demon with sharp

claws on her feet. She was scratching at the tin plates of the roof, moving in a circle, in a

horrible rage.

Dora opened her hand. One of the stones rose out of her hand and flew towards the

demon. The stone turned into a blaze of fire as it flew through the dark. The horrible form was

struck under her right wing and she let out a great screech. She turned and looked at Dora,

only to see another fireball coming. The ball hit the demon square on the back as it tried to

avoid the attack, it ripped off a piece of roofing, howling in agony.

“You tell Cocoka that I have put my seal on this house and she must deal with me now.”

The Last fireball struck the demon on the butt as it flew into the night, screaming.

Shanka sat on the floor, sobbing over his sons. He looked up with a start as Mother

Dora re-entered the house. “You are right, Mother,” he said, weeping and rocking his sons back

and forth in his arms. “I am a fool I can’t believe I have done this horrible thing. What was I

thinking of?”

“Money!!! Snarled Dora. “You were so blinded by the idea of having your own shop and

all the money it could bring you, that all Cocoka had to do was put the idea of what she wanted

into your head and you were willing to give it. But, the witch didn’t count on me getting

involved in all of this.”

Mother Dora walked past him and went into the bedroom. Gloria just went off to sleep,

just like that, once the screaming stopped outside. “What was that sound?” Edna asked, as she

pulled the cover over her daughter’s still body. Dora did not answer. “I will go and put the

boys to bed, if it is safe now.” Said Edna knowing not to push the issue.

“Send Shanka in here,” Dora said sternly.

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When the man stumbled into the room, Dora was gathering her things. “Look at her,”

Dora said to him, as she pulled him to the bed. “She is a beautiful black woman and she loves

you very much. Now you are basically a good man, Shanka, and you have a beautiful family.

Now, because of your stupidity, you almost lost them all tonight. Just remember this, young

man. If you ever do something his asinine ever again, believe me, you’re going to deal with it

yourself.” Dora then sat with Gloria for a few hours to make sure she was alright. She then left

Shanka’s house.

She took four small stones from her basket, spoke to them and buried them in the

ground at the four corners of the house. Then placing her basket on her head she set out down

the path for home.

The sky was purple in the east, and a few of the stars could still be seen in the west, as

the dawn of a new day greeted the Valley. The air was cold and chill, and she pulled her black

shawl around her as she walked briskly along the dirt road. She knew that her lifelong enemy,

Cocoka, now had one more reason to hate her. Mother Dora would have to battle the evil

Sukkunya again, and soon.

The fragrant smell of her garden greeted her and the dew on the rose bushes lining the

path to her house look like diamonds in the first dawn light. She smiles as she walks by them

into her house. She will turn in now and rest in the beauty of her home, for in her heart, she

knows, that soon she must face Cocoka and pay the reckoning for the broken contract.

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