Mas in To'ng

Well since then All dem creatures some how fin' demselve all over de world. Imagine de Baccanal, when de meet up in de gran Stan' Ah here de all planin' to Storm de Savannah
Is Soucouyant vs Soucouyant.
And Every douen for heself!
An I In front to see Bois vs. Bois!VS.

PAPA BOIS COMING LAWD HA MERY PAPA BOiS They coming

La Dia Bless and Soucayant

La Dia Blesse


An' Soucouyant!
Dey wasn't always name dat
Yuh? know! But dat is ah Story in its(self!
Them sis'tas dem, was some pretty gal oui.
Dey only turned, after messin ' with Papa Bois
Lawd, now ah know Yuh wanna her' dat story,
Let's just say,
Dey cause de duoens dem feet to turn,
One ah de sistas by night does burn
And the other end up wid ,l Ah hoof instead of ah foot 4~hey end up in the -woods nex: to y~ o;nh,~:~
,0 Next tIme s'ugar plum,

Duoen And Dem

No one knows who came.first,
Papas Bois or dem Duoens dem,
Dey say,
dem duoens dem
Was quick ah wit,
In de day. Dem did tended de animals dem .
An' at night,
dem did play
But de sound dey did mek
Kept dem fas ' eyeded people away
Dey was de souls of dem dat died young
Innocents,
them was de only ones
Who dey could be trust to guard Dem valuable treasure,
0' de land dey now call Africa!
Dem was perfect ah form,
Ah sight tuh behold!
Dat is before de coming 0' the Sistas La Dia Blesse an' Sott.couyant

Papa Bois Comin'

Papa Bois COmln . ."
Papa Bois comin'! Lawd ha' mercy!
Papa bois comin'!
Dey say he looking for La Dia Blesse
Andcouyant wid he too!

Deep in the jungles of, what is, Africa, Long b'fore anyone can remember,
There was Papa Bois,
Dat was ah man, ah tal' solid black man, --
Strai'ht from the mudder land
Skin scorched by the African sun!
Shoulders broad, chest full!
Ah bet he had locks, yea oui
'e was the gua'ddian of de woods
Massa o'er all ah de sa'red forest,
Den crea tures such as monkey, an' lion, Yea even Anansi
From the grass on the plains, To the mightiest trees!
He knew the secrets of it's soil And protected it's treasures! Now the forest was vast
But Papa Bois had help, yuh see Only those who could wear
The cloak of gatekeeper were let in
But only those who outwitted Papas Bois Were ever let out! Yea oui!
In dat forest also lived de innocents, Magical creatures, called douens,
And very few got past, because of them! It was said that they led many
Around and around and around In an aimless trail
That always ended exactly where it began.

Da Saggas continue

In the land of the three hills, La Trinite Children travel in groups,
Men, who don't even smoke, carry lighters!
Women sleep with salt near their beds!
And everyone swears they know
Who Papa Bois is!
I have few memories of my grandparents when I was a little girl
Trips to the country were filled
With strange sounds, sights and smells
The oral traditions were passed, “From one generation to the next,
Voiced from memories.
Woven with modern reference Embellished, with experience, each new griot, passed along
In her unique syntax
Colored by the lingo of her time ---,
And the rhythm of her peers
Da Saggas of ancestry!
This is my version --',
A tribute
To a long line of story tellers before me
Who boldly carried the seeds of the Sagas across oceans,
And through difficult, even perilous times!
It has become a legacy to my son Connecting me as woman, mother, Daughter, sister, friend, Lover and soldier
Weaving as it were history, folklore, Imagery and wisdom And Yes Sometimes good old fashion Gossip ..