Pomeroon Chips: Prowling Jumbies

The falling rain wrapped a howl round the unlit house. Sent shivers through the sleeping; drenched their night-time dreams with the prowling jumbies of angry ancestors. But as morning emerged from the fray of night, a sweet cool air tickled at their senses, forgave the sleepers for failing to assuage their pain, for failing to call out their names in show of recognition - Adefela, Afua, Atta, Abba, Amma-Kwakwa, ooooh Amma-Kwakwa! And while the sun continued to withhold its heating rays as though in sad reflection, the sepia of dawn bathed the earth in a soothing cup of calmness.