JAMAICA
IS MY HOMELAND AND AMERICA IS MY HEARTLAND
As
a baby in Jamaica, I was sick and my mother took me to the
voodoo man.
I was eight months of age. The voodoo man did not
legally adopt me, but took me to care for me. My
mother moved to the city to seek employment, and
never saw me again. The voodoo man gave me to a
voodoo woman to care for. Instead of feeding me baby
food, she fed me adult food . I got sicker and
sicker. One day, I stopped breathing . The women
went for the voodoo priest, who was the adopted
father. With tears in her eyes, she told him that I
had died (the women were living on the property,
too). Upon the voodoo man’s arrival at the
women’s home, he picked me up and prayed for me.
Suddenly, I started to breathe. From then on, I grew
stronger . The women continued to care for me. The
voodoo man decided it was time for me to go to
school. I was five years of age. When I began
school, I would sneak away to some of the voodoo man’s and women’s home to see them working
voodoo spells. My stepfather built his house on a
family cemetery. My stepfather’s house was filled
with demons. When I was eighteen years old, the
voodoo man told me to leave his home. So, I went to
live with a voodoo woman. I learned of many herbs and
about 250 spells from the woman. I went from village
to village to learn of more herbs and voodoo spells
and that is the way I got to learn about voodoo
spells, herbs, and roots.
AMERICA IS MY HEARTLAND 
As
a baby in Jamaica, I was sick and my mother took me to the
voodoo man.
I was eight months of age. The voodoo man did not
legally adopt me, but took me to care for me. My
mother moved to the city to seek employment, and
never saw me again. The voodoo man gave me to a
voodoo woman to care for. Instead of feeding me baby
food, she fed me adult food . I got sicker and
sicker. One day, I stopped breathing . The women
went for the voodoo priest, who was the adopted
father. With tears in her eyes, she told him that I
had died (the women were living on the property,
too). Upon the voodoo man’s arrival at the
women’s home, he picked me up and prayed for me.
Suddenly, I started to breathe. From then on, I grew
stronger . The women continued to care for me. The
voodoo man decided it was time for me to go to
school. I was five years of age. When I began
school, I would sneak away to some of the voodoo man’s and women’s home to see them working
voodoo spells. My stepfather built his house on a
family cemetery. My stepfather’s house was filled
with demons. When I was eighteen years old, the
voodoo man told me to leave his home. So, I went to
live with a voodoo woman. I learned of many herbs and
about 250 spells from the woman. I went from village
to village to learn of more herbs and voodoo spells
and that is the way I got to learn about voodoo
spells, herbs, and roots.