Bygbaby.com Mindspill

Voodoo, Hoodoo, Black Magic, Obeah or Ms. Celie’s Curse. Don’t make me throw this on you.

I got potions, lotions, loaded thoughts, bones, bits and pieces & a few herbs.

I can be a witch doctor, a conjure man or a mofo you really just don’t want to deal with.

My great grandmother told me a secret.

We called her Ymoja. They called her Gal.

She was Black. Real Black! Black hands, black eyes, black tongue, black everything!

This secret is at least 110 years old & it protects my African soul.

It is both bad and good, just depends on the view.

When I watched her die, I was 9.

I saw this secret lift off of her body like a thin wisp smoke.

It was: Strange. Scary. Confusing. Comforting.

I think about her often. I think about the secret more.

If I make it, no when I make it to the phase of my life, I will share this secret with my oldest great grandchild knowing that I will slip into an unknown future.

Voodoo, Hoodoo, Black Magic, Obeah or Ms. Celie’s Curse. Don’t make me throw this on you.