I know that reading the title before you click the more option to continue reading, many of you will first go, huh? I have met more than my share of evil people and evil doers. Even yesterday I called the wicked baby father to warn him of something I saw while reading one of the children I have for him. It was a hard call, but I had to do it. Hard because whenever I speak with him, glimpses of the horror I experienced while with him and also his horrible family runs through my mind. Please do not read and at the same time begin to psycho analyze me believing that I am not over the whole horrible ordeal I experienced with him and his family which was so long ago, but know that it was a time when I began my young life and I did not expect to meet these monsters in life, at least not in human form, my mother did not prepare me for them. It was bad enough that I knew the wicked baby father and his equally wicked mother and cruel siblings for who they are, but my children grew up to see and observe the same thing, with no influence from me. Today’s post is on people like these, folks who smile with you (and those who do not), ones who fool the world and who are the mythical (I do not believe in Satan, love the name, but do not believe he is real as a single entity and so powerful, almost close to God? No way, no way! God has no enemies) Devil incarnate.
Like love there are variations to wickedness and evil, different levels, dare I say. Although as I am writing this my mind just sternly shouted to me in patois (this is how I think, in my Jamaican language, lol) “Wha yuh ah sey Obara? Wickedness ah Wickedness, no matter what is done someone is left deeply affected, or even traumatized if they survive”. Ok mind, I stand corrected, but next time doan shout at me like this so early in de morning!
Recently I heard some bad news. A taxi driver that I have known for quite some time killed himself. A Jamaican old (well I thought he was old, he looked old, but I found out that he was just 61 years old) man. They said that he jumped off a bridge in New York and drowned. I was shocked, “What?” I shrieked upon hearing the news, “that little man who always smiled and was so respectful, the one with the missing teeth and the red car who always spoke about his wife?” I asked, disbelieving what I heard fro a brief moment. I was told that it was indeed him. The news was a somber one, I had no words to say. I know that he is alive and well someplace else rather than here on this earth plane, but what was the shocker to me was how he left the world. “Suicide?” I thought, having a hard time to grapple that one. I wanted to do a post on this very subject sometime ago, but sadly my bloggers do not respond well to stories of the afterlife, so I changed my mind, instead of wasting my time. I remember at times when I would call him to take me about the place, he would speak of his wife. I found the things he said of her, although he spoke of her with great admiration (judging from his tone), the tales of this woman whom he seemed to adore sounded to me like a living Jezebel, a she Devil, someone vile and filled with evil. That is what I heard when he spoke of her, although his words told no such tale. I will tell you all some of the things he said, albeit fondly or boastful of the missus.
He told me that once they had an apartment to rent, a couple came to apply for the apartment. It was mother, father and four children. The couple had good jobs, but the woman (the taxi driver’s wife) took an instant dislike for one of the children, according to her he seemed rude, according to the husband the child sat quietly the whole time. I asked him what did the child do, he said the child did nothing, but she said she could sense that when he grew up he would be some kind of criminal, and so she turned the well qualified family down for the apartment. He beamed as he told me the story almost bragging to me that his wife nuh easy ei nuh man, in other words she was no joke. My mind whispered to me and said “the woman is a bitch!” and I silently concurred. Another time he picked me up and as we drove he began to speak on his favorite subject again, which was his hellish wife. Apparently they had some African neighbors, the woman is prejudice against Africans according to the husband, who seemed like the spouse (yeah, one ah those) to side his partner whether she was right or wrong in whatever she did, or however she felt, if she said hang them all, he would not object, “Kill dem all an done”…who sey dat again?. I wondered if it was fear or if he was just “whipped”. He said the Africans had rented the house next door and she quarrelled with them everyday. She complained that they were stink, ( I cringed at his words as I sat in the back of his car, most people, especially black people have so much negative things to say of my fellow Africans, and it hurts me, I cannot lie, for I am African, bawn ah Jamaica, but….), that over 30 of them lived in one room, they were nasty pigs according to her. He said that this shrew (my word for her, not his) would cuss the people who never cursed her back, and also throw garbage into their yard thinking that what the wind naturally blew into her backyard, these nasty Africans (as she called them) were the ones who did it. My fist clenched as did my teeth as I sat through his description of this horrid person, in my minds eye I saw a woman spitting hate and one as wicked as the the cruel and evil people put together in films or story books, I knew people like her, I was related to a few of them. I said nothing, but I knew that this man, who was a good person (my spirit told me so), but possibly under a spell, was married to the wicked bitch of the east, west, north and south!
I stopped calling him to take me about, partly because of the stories he would share of her, which I was tired of hearing, but was too respectful to shut him up, but my daughter would call him to take her to work and she also had to sit through hearing about this shrew and her shenanigans. He had no clue, or perhaps he did, perhaps he was very cunning, giving us all clues to his torture at home, but he did so with a smile and admiration for his oppressor, hmmmmmm!…..I may be onto something, he may have been reaching out to us in his own way,…..I wonder…… Why would he talk about her to almost everyone he carried as passenger, and surely he must have known that the stories placed her into a bad light for all who were sensible and recognized evil to see, and she was surely that if the man was to be believed. After he died/committed suicide his colleagues, fellow cab drivers from the base all talked about his wife and blamed her for his death. The rumors were many, and one which was almost laughable if this situation was not so sad was that he found out that the woman was having an affair with one of her African neighbors! Ought I to believe that this was one of the ones who she cussed and called stink? One of the Africans was Joe Grine? (the Lover?), Imagine me sputtering here….. The stories continued about the woman, which solidified my belief that she was indeed Lilith (a she-demon who was first cast out of the garden of Eden, she probably orgy off the Devil and his hosts, or in biblical terms she ate a dozen apples, they took her out of the bible, she was too bad), first wife of Adam, remember him from the bible with the foolish second wife Eve? The man loved her so much, allegedly, and she in turn controlled him something fierce (maybe she obeah him from back in the day or it was just his love she took for granted), it is said that her own children do not speak to her for how she treated the man and people in general. Jamaican people said that she is “high yellow”, in complexion and because of this she felt she was better than all who were darker than her…(again I would laugh, if the story was not so sad), and if she really thought like this, and some black people do, and I do know that my fellow Jamaicans (some ah oonuh) are caught up on color (foolish as you all may be) so the story is not at all far fetched. Either way it is said that this Jezebel, Naboth’s wife drove her husband to death by suicide. I conclude however that he fixed her good though in his death, his act of suicide, he may have had the last laugh, I dare say. Correct me if I am wrong ( mi bloggers dem well bright), but if a person have insurance on their spouse and said spouse commits suicide, doesn’t that make any payouts null and void? In other words, she nah get nutten!If this is so, then he got her back in his quiet little way, when someone is hit in the pocket, it is a hard blow, nuh suh?. I heard that he was into a partner (pardner,a thrift, su-su) and he left the money which is to be paid for his thrift before he left the world. He did not want to owe anyone, this speaks of his goodness. He did tell a couple of people that he was checking out, going to kill himself, including her, no one believed him, and I can just see her scoffing at his internal pain, if I am wrong in my thoughts, then “Hask pardon father God!”
There are many cruel people in this world. I have met some, including a sister who I believe is the Devil’s spawn, (were I to believe in such a beast, I do not). The thought of her being a child of this malevolent creature makes me cringe in my imagination of my mother laying with this horned/horny beast (mi mommy cute bad). My mother told me stories of her father, (we share a mother not the same father, and I thank the dear Lord for his grace and mercy on this one!) a cruel little man who was a shoemaker and a drunk to boot. When my mother worked at the hospital in Jamaica and lived with this vile man, who in turn helped create my vile sister, he would often times (drunk or pretended to be so) scandal my mother in the streets of Jamaica shouting that she stole meat from the Hospital’s canteen. My mother worked in the Hospital’s theatre, but her friends who worked in the canteen would often times give her food from the hospital that was to be thrown away. Many workers took food and meat home for their families and so my mother use to get her own share which she cooked and even he ate from. All the bad behavior that my mom suffered at this man’s hand, and drunken lips, the daughter, my sister picked up (DNA) and she never lived with him for long, my mother quickly left him. I will spare you all of things I went through with this woman, but tell you all that she is the major reason why I do not have a relationship, a good one, with my mom. She turned my mom, a woman who I love and admire, read all my post on her, she turned her mind away from me with lies that she fed her about me for years, yet I had no idea that she was the shadow behind the wall. She is my senior, yet she lived with me and I even allowed her to learn hairdressing from me while working at my shop, (all these were apart of the resentment, for how dare I, her junior, be able to financially support her and put her up?). I did not know until one day my mother told me everything, this was years after the dislike had settled into my parents and the damage was already done. While my mother began to hate me, my father who loved my mother more than he loved himself would see her cry and she would tell him what the sister told her and he also began to hate me. She begged them to keep all her tales of lies on me a secret, and they listened. People have told me that my parents are to be blamed for believing her and not confronting me, but the woman is a conniving beast and so my parents were sold. The lies were all about how I spoke of my mother, and she told them I spoke of her badly to my customers in my hair dressing shop. My mother believed, I think partly to how she knew deep inside of her that her treatment of me was not right, remember she threw me out when I got pregnant. Bloggers, I never said a bad word against my mother for her behavior, I knew she was ashamed of me, and I was also ashamed that I let her down, so I fought my way through life, in hope of one day making her proud. My sister used this to create a separation and it was all because of jealousy. I do not hate her, but I stay away from her.
Evil and wicked people do have their place in the world. They are the testers of life, they are the ones to bring about the real truth of life and of love and of loyalty. I once helped a nasty fellow who needed my help, he in turn went behind my back to discuss me with my sisters, she, who knew of the help I was giving to this fellow, instead of rebuking him for betraying me, sat with him and listened to him tear me down. I pity them both, for he will never in life be happy and she will always repeat her own mistakes. Read here, there are many evil in this world, and they all affect us one way or another. Money is said to be evil but we need it to survive, this is how the world is set up, power can be good or evil it depends on who is in the drivers seat, Love has a power all on its own and can be used for evil intentions by said evil people, emotions are hard to control and some people love to hurt others, in many different ways. Rapist, murderers, oppressors and more, some are locked away and some are our families, how can we get away from them? Can we? It is impossible. Is God good? If so, why then did he create so much evil and have them walk among us? The good and the bad walk a thin line, a very thin one. Never swear to anyone about your own goodness, because you do not know what can happen in life to trigger that fine line which separates the two. A good wife can turn on her husband in a second once she finds out he has a mistress or vice versa. A mother can kill for her child, and it may even be another mothers child who can fall victim, yet this mother has never killed a fly, but in a moment something can change. Everything is energy and we all learn from another person experience or misfortune, it sad but it is a fact of life. Spirituality is important in my belief, because in our own belief system, our faith, our prayers, and especially in tradition we can perhaps bypass some evil or have the wisdom to deal with them when they show their face. It was hard to bypass mine as I grew, all the wicked people who I knew were family members, lovers, people I broke bread with. Yet they taught me how to handle their kind, how to recognize them from early on out and either avoid them. Have you ever met a small child who is evil, and it shows in their actions or face? (do not say like the one the wicked woman uptop said would be a criminal, she was just plain wicked!), I have met some. They are born everyday, they are here for balance, we must learn how to recognize and pray to survive them. In the case of the cab driver, his worst enemy was his wife. Yet he chose her, so there must have been a lesson there if not for him, then for others Evil has its place in the world and this is a fact. I will follow up with a part two explaining this indepthly.
A kì í dàgbà jù fún ohun tí a kò bá mọ̀. /
One is never too old to learn what one does not know…….Yoruba Proverb!
[No age limit to learning]
Everything comes when it must, and everything happens for a reason, do not hurry your life, what is destined for you, cannot escape you, just keep the faith, be patient and be prayerful, filled with compassion, kindness and respect for all, let these qualities be among your name, God will fill in the rest…..Obara Meji!
All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love….Obara Meji
There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned!….Obara Meji