Transcript
Glenn Washington (0:03)
Patty cake, Patty cake. The baker ran after Jack found his wife with the baker man and all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put the baker back together again. Ah, spooked. Right after this very short break. Stay tuned.
Jocelyn (0:30)
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Glenn Washington (0:52)
My grandfather was soft. He get real mad cause I broke the lamb. Cause I set fire to the porch with the magnifying glass. And this Saturday afternoon, he catches me throwing rocks at the neighbor's windows. Boy, have you lost your mind? Go get me my belt so I can beat your behind for you. I laugh, run to his closet, find his thick old leather belt with the notches, the big buckle, hand it to him, smile on my face. Here it is. He snatches it up. Now bend over, raises the belt over his head for the blow. Then Granddaddy is teary eyed. All right. Now I'm gonna give you one more chance to do right. You hear me? Yes, sir. Don't let me have to tell you again, please. My granddaddy ain't gonna hit me with no belt. I run right back to doing bad stuff with a quickness. But then a few minutes later, I sense my grandmother's footfalls on the back porch. And Granny. Granny don't play. I hear that soft, icy voice, her whisper voice, and I know good times is over. Boy, Ms. Wilson from next door told me she saw you throwing rocks at a window. Throwing rocks at windows. Now, I want you to go to that tree right there and I want you to get me a switch. And it better be a thick one so I can beat Joe behind. But Granddaddy, Granddaddy already gave me a licking. He whipped me real good with his belt. Granny's all suspicious. Lewis. Lewis. Granddaddy stomps up from the basement. Lewis, you beat this boy's behind for that window. I look at Granddaddy. Granddaddy looks at me. Please, please, please, please, please. Moment of truth. Life or death. Everything's on the line. Yep, I tore his raggedy behind up. He ain't never throwing rocks no more. I know that. Hmm. He better not spare. Relief washes over me all these many years later. I remember that twinkle in my grandfather's eye when he looks at me. It's our little secret. And I can't believe it took me this long to understand that. She knew. She knew Full well, he didn't hit me, couldn't hit me, wouldn't hit me. It's not his nature. My stay of execution wasn't her gift to me now. No. It was her gift to him. Spook starts now. Now, sometimes the shadow passes you by. And sometimes it does not. We begin in Uganda. Only a few dozen miles from the big city of Kampala, there lies a village. In that village lives a particular legend. From our storyteller, Jocelyn, that legend became very, very real.
