HER THIRD EYE IS RED AS HELL
Penjani Dalais
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The curses of old don't lose their power with the passage of time. Whoever says that sort of magic isn’t alive and well is kidding themselves. And if you don’t believe in curses, it’s best to speak to Penjani.Â
She’ll tell you that sometimes small villages located at the river’s edge are safe and well protected. Not by the local law or government officials, but by the mysteries of the deep, black water that the town was named after. And sometimes that black, watery void reaches out to little girls that play too close to the water’s edge.Â
Sometimes being the chosen one is a curse and never a blessing.
She still remembers how she had gasped for air as a smooth, slick mass enveloped her, how her small body tried so desperately to fight back against the current that had a mind of its own. Everyone that saw her go under swore that the waters never roared or thrashed as violently as they did that day—
When she was eventually spat back up on the shore, one of the members of the search party raced to her side and helped her fragile form out and away from the reeds, bringing her back into the arms of her parents. It was a happy reunion until everyone realized that what came out of the water that day was not the same Penjani that went in.
She shook violently at night, plagued by hazy visions, flashes of people she knew living their daily lives. Flashes of violence, of gangs coming into her town to pillage and steal. Images of a hurricane rolling in and splitting their land in two. At first, seeing as she was so young, she could not explain her visions well or even piece together what she was meant to see.
Only in the midst of conflict and natural disaster did she know. And by then it was too late.
So, you tell her; where does a gift begin and end? What of curses? For what purpose was her life stolen from her and replaced with the life of an unwilling oracle? Never once had she wished to be different, to have something no one else had— it wasn't a gift. No matter what the voices at the edge of her visions say.
Her voice will tremble when she tells you what she thinks; that nature can be cruel and can ruin you just as a human could. She'd warn you that you should never stray too close to the river’s edge, lest the water takes a liking to you.
Hometown: Black River, Jamaica Birth Date: June 21, 1987 Orientation: Heterosexual Height: 6'0"
