Duppy Stories: Johnny. I Want My Liver Back
When I was a kid, around eight or nine years old, on rainy evenings, my Uncle would tell my cousins, and I duppy (ghost) stories. He would sit by...
Stories From My Youth: Jamaican Ghost Stories – Ol’ Hige
I swear my uncle was a master story teller. When I visited his house, every night he would have a strange new tale to tell. My cousins and I would...