The Sea Witch

Sy was a Rastaman who lived on the beach part-time, in a makeshift hut in the village of Esther along the northwest coast of Jamaica. His mother, Miss Edna, lived in the village itself.

“Sy,” Miss Edna would say whenever she had the chance, “is my pride and joy! A comfort in my old age. He is a good son.”

Many in the village had heard this song sung many times by Miss Edna, and they would look at Miss Edna and nod in agreement to her face. Behind her back, they would laugh and remark on the fact that, by most estimation, he had not really achieved anything significant in his thirty years on this earth, except the fact that he was a good fisherman, and the “daddy of too many chil’ren by too many women.”

Still, in all his searching for love, he had yet to find his soul woman, heart, and real love.

“The seas are my love,” he would tell his friends in a somewhat grandiose manner. “The wind, the sand, the call of the seagulls, the way the sun sparkle on the scales of the fish as me pull my nets in from those beautiful deep blue-grey waters. There is nothing that lift my spirits like being out there on me boat with the waters swirling around me. Ah just can’t explain how Ah feel. But is something that touch me down deep.”

Miss Edna never understood her son. He had been drawn to the ocean from the first time she took him there—just to look at it.

“Sy took off running like the sea was him long lost friend. He ran right into the water with me screaming at him to come back. There he was, wet an’ laughin’, an’ there Ah was ready to beat him silly. But from that day, he always said he was goin’ be a fisherman. An’ as soon as he could, he would be off in that little boat an’ gone for hours alone.”

Miss Edna never loved the sea. The sea was just too unpredictable and mysterious. There were too many stories about how treacherous the sea could be. But Sy knew his mother loved him fiercely, and she never stood for anyone bad-mouthing him in any way. She always came to his defense. Sometimes the sea was too rough for him to stay in his hut. He would head to his mother’s house and sleep in a real bed in his boyhood room.

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Shona V Jamadi-Jabang

Shona V. Jamadi-Jaang is a high school language arts teacher in East Anglia, UK, where she lives with her husband, Lamin, and two dogs. She has been writing since the age of six, and plans to continue as long as possible. She has a BA in English, an MS in Education, and an MA in Creative Writing. Her plan is to complete a book of short stories.

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