[size=16px]But now is too late for advice,[/size]
[size=16px]'Cause you done start to count de rice[/size]
[size=16px]An' if you only drop one grain[/size]
[size=16px]You must begin it all again.[/size]
[size=16px]But you gwine count in vain.[/size]
Niagre et al, ole higue poem
Rollin' Calf (by Louise Bennett)
Me deh pon has'e me kean tap now,
For Tahta John a-dead,
De oda nite one rolllin'-calf
Lick him eena him head.
It is a long story me chile,
Me really kean tap now.
Yuh musa hear sey Tahta los'
Him black an wite bull cow?
T'ree nite an day him sarch fe it,
Couldn' fine it noan tall,
Soh tell nite-afore-las' him sey
Him hear one cow a-bawl.
Him meck fe Figgins' open-lan;
Doah him an dem noh gree,
An see de bull dah-lie dung under-
Neat' one gwangu tree.
Him teck a rope an tie de bull,
An dem him bruck a stick
An him layba de po' cow back, me
Tan a-yard an hear de lick.
Him start fe lead i home, but wen
Him tun roun fe goh call,
Him see de sinting two y'eye dem
A roll like tunda-ball
Him goh fe halla, but same time
Him feel a funny pain,
An wen him look eena him han,
De rope tun eena chain
Massa, him fling i wey an run,
Him hear de sinting laugh,
It wasn' fe him cow at all,
It was a rollin' calf!
Him jump Bra Caleb wire fence,
Him faint as him ketch home,
An since him come back to himself
Him dis a-twis an foam.
Mek kean tap, is a obeah man
Dem sen' me fe goh ketch,
Me feel me y'eye a-jump him mighta
Dead long before me ketch.
Me deh pon has'e me kean tap now,
For Tahta John a-dead,
De oda nite one rolllin'-calf
Lick him eena him head.
It is a long story me chile,
Me really kean tap now.
Yuh musa hear sey Tahta los'
Him black an wite bull cow?
T'ree nite an day him sarch fe it,
Couldn' fine it noan tall,
Soh tell nite-afore-las' him sey
Him hear one cow a-bawl.
Him meck fe Figgins' open-lan;
Doah him an dem noh gree,
An see de bull dah-lie dung under-
Neat' one gwangu tree.
Him teck a rope an tie de bull,
An dem him bruck a stick
An him layba de po' cow back, me
Tan a-yard an hear de lick.
Him start fe lead i home, but wen
Him tun roun fe goh call,
Him see de sinting two y'eye dem
A roll like tunda-ball
Him goh fe halla, but same time
Him feel a funny pain,
An wen him look eena him han,
De rope tun eena chain
Massa, him fling i wey an run,
Him hear de sinting laugh,
It wasn' fe him cow at all,
It was a rollin' calf!
Him jump Bra Caleb wire fence,
Him faint as him ketch home,
An since him come back to himself
Him dis a-twis an foam.
Mek kean tap, is a obeah man
Dem sen' me fe goh ketch,
Me feel me y'eye a-jump him mighta
Dead long before me ketch.
Him dis a-twis an foam.
That is exactly what happens when Dutchman possess you !
foam from mouth and body twiss up while speaking gibberish and Dutch ! :-[
That is exactly what happens when Dutchman possess you !
foam from mouth and body twiss up while speaking gibberish and Dutch ! :-[
LOL, nice cultural thread ....
Yeah ..... I recall all those various stories !
Bakoo as well :-[
Bakoo as well :-[
Nice thread !!!
Who was the most scary of all ?? ::dead::
Bacoo
Moongazer
Choorile
Ole Higue
Massacooramaan
Dutchman Jumbee
Bacoo
Moongazer
Choorile
Ole Higue
Massacooramaan
Dutchman Jumbee
Choorlie , Cal ?
Think iz Churile ........
meseret ?
Think iz Churile ........
meseret ?
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