“I not frighten of the Ole Higue. She can’t catch me.”

For many Guyanese at home or in the diaspora, McAndrew's most celebrated poem is Ol Higue with its onomatopoeic "Whaxen! Whaxen, Pladai, Plai."

The Ol Higue (illustrated by Harold Bascom)

I march over to the Ole Higue’s house at the street corner. Sammy lags behind.

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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.

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“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.

“What they say we gotta do to stop the Ole Higue from sucking my blood?”
“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 Higue’s 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 Higue’s 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. I’m now Optimus Prime. One o’ clock can’t come fast enough for me. Mom and Dad will be home from work. Saturday afternoon is my time off. It’s 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 landlord’s two black Dobermans are after him. Cocoa barks from his kennel under the front staircase. He’s 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 don’t see any toilet-paper balls. I let the curtain fall and turn back to Sammy. “Don’t tell me you throw them balls in the Ole Higue’s yard?”
“In the countryside various fetishes are still used to keep Old Higue away.”

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Without Sammy, the Ole Higue wouldn’t even know I exist. He’s always losing things in her yard. Her mango tree lures him. From our dining room window on the top flat, he counts the orange-red fruits hanging on the tree. It’s not easy for a sixteen-year-old girl like me to deal with a seven-year-old brother. He brings out the worse in me. Granny said I got the face of an angel but the heart of the devil.

“The chalk marks work,” says Sammy. “Is true what they say: Ole Higue can’t cross the chalk line.”

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Then the community sets a trap. When the ole higue flies abroad another night she finds that the baby in the cradle is clothed in a blue night gown. There is a heap of rice grains near to the cot and the smell of asfoetida. These cast a spell on the ole higue who has to count the grains of rice, and if she loses her way, she has to start counting again. The light of morning comes and the ole higue still has not finished counting the grains of rice. People burst into the room pick up cabbage broom and begin to belabour the ole higue. They beat her to death, with great emotion "You gwine pay for your sins before you die" they say.

The Dutchman jumbees are second only to the Ole Higue in the depth of belief in them and how common they are found in present day Guyana lore.

This is the Trinidadian version of the Ol Higue as known in Guyana

The first way is to turn the key while she is trying to enter through the keyhole. Even today, many people still lock their doors and then turn their key to a horizontal position to allow the higue to enter partially. As the Ole Higue struggles to get past, it rattles the key and alerts the home owner, who can then turn the key fully and crush her. It is said that a pile of bones should be seen on the doorstep, if successful.