This morning while getting ready for work, this crazy memory of my childhood came back to my mind and I couldn’t help but to shake my head….
Living back home in Trinidad, we had a crazy neighbor who was just evil, for no apparent reason.
This neighbor, may God rest his wretched soul, would be awake during the most ungodly hours of the morning just making all manner of noises, cleaning his yard, gardening, sweeping and washing the street, cleaning his car, feeding his dogs and all sorts of weird things which would disturb the entire neighborhood. But he was more of a menace to my family because our house was closest to his from the other neighbors.
He had a coconut tree in the front of his yard with very low hanging branches which connected with the city’s electric wires and subsequently our gate. Now the issue is, whenever it rained, we were trapped on our property because we couldn’t leave because the wet coconut tree branches that made contact with electric wires then our gate, would become charged and carried that high voltage from the power wires above, making it impossible for us to touch our gate to get in or out, without getting juiced or and fried to death by the electric charge.
For years, my dad and other relatives pleaded with this man to cut the branches, that were making contact with wires – not the tree, just the branches. It was explained to this man in every possible tone that we cannot come in contact with our gate once it rains. The gate would be super charged with high voltage electricity. If we were out, we couldn’t get in, and if we were in, we couldn’t get out until the sun comes out and completely dries the tree, its branches and the gate!
His answer was always, “I’m not cutting my tree!” No matter how much it was explained, that we did not want him to cut down the tree, but only the branches that are making contact with the wires, he just didn’t get it and turned a blind eye and a deaf ear and never complied. So we were always on “rain watch” to run out and open the gate so that we would not be trapped inside or outside of our property after the rain.
One day the guy who cleaned our yard called my dad and informed him of what we already knew, which was that this neighbor was not just evil, but he was also doing evil. While cleaning our yard for a significant number of months he came across different relics, symbols and other things that were obviously tossed there by someone trying to cause harm by doing voodoo or evil.
Our yard person, Mr. Fox, was very familiar with these things, because his father was heavily involved in the occult. So he knew these things when he saw them. So for months, he continued cleaning the yard as usual, but he would gathered all of the things he found and removed them from the property. But this particular day, what he found was so startling, that he had to bring this issue to my dad’s attention. To this day, I do not know what he found, but he told my dad, that the neighbor was “nasty handed” and trying to bring harm to the family and he told my dad he needs to buy salt and sprinkle it at the four corners of our property, every other day.
Now back then, my dad was super busy running multiple successful business and did not have the time to be walking the property sprinkling salt every other day like a crazy person. So, he took Mr. Fox’s advise, but just to a whole other level.
What did my dad do? He went to the local wholesale store and purchased a huge sack of salt and waited until it was light out at the evil neighbors house, and he went on a salt throwing spree! My daddy not only salted our entire yard, and not just the four corners as instructed, but the evil neighbors yard as well! He threw salt on his roof, on his car, on his porch, under his house, in his yard, on the street in front of his house, in his garden, on his stairs…..nothing was sacred! Salt was thrown just about everywhere a fistful could have reached.
The next morning we were awoken by the house phone ringing. Our neighbor to the right, called and said to my dad, “so your boy died last night.” Startled, daddy said, “who boy?!” He was then informed that the evil neighbor died sometime during the night, and the “white van” came before sunrise to take his corpse away.
According to Muslim rights, he was six feet under by twelve noon.
The next day, his wife and daughter who NEVER spoke to us a day in their lives, suddenly called my dad and told him he can cut down the coconut tree! They became our friends and wonderful neighbors from then on.
Years later, we found out that he wanted our property, so he was doing evil to try to get is out.
(There is something with salt and my family, because I remember having another salt episode with old aunty Edna)
Well, where should I start?! From the beginning I guess….So here goes nothing!
I have been blogging for over five years on Microsoft Spaces, (2005 – 2010) then for whatever reason Microsoft decided they couldn’t maintain Spaces, so they migrated us to WordPress. On the final day to do the transfer, after I hit the send button I expected to see my years of writing automatically appear somewhere on WordPress. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen, and for several weeks I tried and cried for hours to locate my work and couldn’t. I kept getting error messages and was unable to find my posts. I send several emails to both Microsoft and WordPress informing them that I cannot find my blogs, no one ever answered. Long story short, I just gave up after weeks of constant checking to see if my space made over to WordPress and just never found it.
But lately with the “Covid-19 shit-uation/plan-demic”, I’ve been longing for an outlet to just get back to writing and ranting or just to loose myself from the stresses of work and life, so I decided that I’d try to making time to start up a blog again. So after talking to my friend Marsha and telling her I need get back into writing so that I can vent and get my intolerance for stupidity and stupid folks under control, and she expressed that she really enjoyed reading my mess back then, so I decided to do a search for a site to restart a blog, and WordPress popped up, then I remembered that’s where my former blog was transferred to! So I followed the instructions and entered my email address and password and got a message stating to check email to confirm who I am. So I checked my email and it literally said, “Just hit the MAGIC button to get started!” So, I hit the button and was literally floored when my ENTIRE BLOG – ALL OF IT popped up!!!! I cried tears of happiness for this discovery, because I thought it was all lost and gone forever!!
So, now that I feel I have a good head start, I’m getting myself acquainted with WordPress and its operations, and it will be off to the races as soon as I possibly can. It’s been ten whole long years since I wrote a blog, and of course I’m older and have less patience and have gotten a bit daft on certain operations and functions of the computer.
Buckle up, it’s going to be a wild ride….boy do I have some rants and crazy stories to tell!
In the mean time, feel free to browse around in my archives.