The Ol Higue (illustrated by Harold Bascom)
What is the summary for the poem ole higue by Mark Mcwatt
One of the more popular and strongly held belief in jumbee is the Ole Higue. Indeed it is not uncommon to hear of a womans death in the news by those who believed her to be a ole higue. In 2007 such an incident happened, more on that story later.
Guyana Journal | short story - Ole Higue
Me tell you already, young lady. What in me yard is me own. Tell you big-eye brother to stop throwing things in me yard. The Ole Higue and her grandson disappear inside the belly of the black widow spider.
You do this on purpose. I want to clobber him. Granny say Missis Withers is an Ole Higue. She suck her husband til he dead. She going suck you too.The Ole Higues head pops out another window. Her long plaited black hair brushes the window sill. Sammy twitches by my side. Me not stupidy. You lil wiry brother only after me mangoes. The dark eyes in the emaciated face hurls balls of fire at Sammy. He grabs my hand and glues to my side.I move towards the small service gate on the right. Sammy clutches my skirt; he hunches by my side. I shake the rusty bell. A young man, the Ole Higues grandson, sticks his head out a window overhead. His oily black hair gleams in the sunlight.Mom figures I got the energy to handle Sammy. Besides finding and catching him, I make sure he bathes, eats his food, does his homework, and brushes his teeth. Im now Optimus Prime. One o clock cant come fast enough for me. Mom and Dad will be home from work. Saturday afternoon is my time off. Its my time to spend with my friends. No Megatron. No Ole Higue to suck my energies.We return home. I can tell that Sammy is up to more tricks. I shove him in his back. Sammy! No more tricks. You hear me? Or the Ole Higue going come and suck you. I open our gate. He bolts into our yard as if the landlords two black Dobermans are after him. Cocoa barks from his kennel under the front staircase. Hes a big, sleek, cocoa-brown, mixed-breed dog. He belongs to the family in the downstairs flat. Since the day he attacked the postman, they keep Cocoa locked up during the daytime.I lean out the window. Light from the downstairs window brightens the concrete yard. I dont see any toilet-paper balls. I let the curtain fall and turn back to Sammy. Dont tell me you throw them balls in the Ole Higues yard?