Wyetta Visits Muh Seebo

By Claudette Ubekha Charles, Bruno Mestriner and Yuri Garfunkel

Every island in the Caribbean has unusual or eccentric characters. St. Lucia is no exception. Imagine what it would be like if our inquisitive little heroine, Wyetta went to visit Muh Seebo, one of the island's most unusual and notorious individuals. This exciting and eventful story tells what happened when Wyetta and her family paid a visit to the "gaje" lady who lived by herself in a village with her fruit trees, flowers, and chickens.

This story is about more than scary adventures, however. It looks at how people who may be private, unusual, or simply different are often seen and treated by others. Wyetta reflects many of the same fears and beliefs of the adults around her. But being Wyetta, the scary stories told about Muh Seebo cannot save her from her own curiosity and impulses.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: May 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543934786

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication Page

Book

Glossary

Author’s Note

To those who, like myself, are simply different, but too often misunderstood.

As a promise to her childhood friend, Magdalene, my mother made a monthly pilgrimage to check on the wellbeing of Magdalene’s elderly widowed mother, Muh Seebo. Magdalene had moved to another island, as many young St. Lucians did back then. My mother would bring Muh Seebo groceries and other items not usually found at the shops in her village. Some of these special items included fresh blocks of cheddar cheese, luncheon meat, and sardines in the tin.

Muh Seebo always welcomed these treats. Whenever we visited, she would leave us sitting in her small living room and walk, smiling, through her railroad-styled house, past her dark bedroom, and into the kitchen. The kitchen was located at the back part of her house. There, she would happily place her goodies carefully in her small rusted refrigerator or into the food cupboard, with the mesh screen doors.

Today was no different. Mr. Nixon picked us up with his car for the drive to visit Muh Seebo. Like everybody else in the neighborhood, Mr. Nixon had heard, and very much believed, the scary stories the villagers told about Muh Seebo. He did not want to spend any more time around her than absolutely necessary.

On the drive to Muh Seebo’s house, Mr. Nixon told endless spooky tales that sent chills down my spine and made Martina block her ears.  She didn’t want to hear any more of the supernatural stories about Muh Seebo that always circulated around the village.

I don’t know how y’oll can go to that lady house, stammered Mr. Nixon. "Y’oll didn’t hear about how that gajé lady was gliding down