Old Hige inna di District

Long before light post reach every yard, people used to live by kerosene lamp an’ moonshine. An’ inna dem quiet country district, danger nuh always come from tief or wild animal—it come from spirit.

Inna a small village up a St. Mary, people did whisper bout one old woman weh live inna a broken-down hut pon di hill. Dem call har Ma Becka, a frail, wrinkle woman wid eye too sharp fi har age, an’ skin dry like banana leaf inna drought. She nuh mix much wid people—except fi collect water from di standpipe late at night.