My head is throbbing just thinking about a night at my yawd. In my yawd I have tree frogs, dogs, pigs, roosters, and graves, yes graves.
The night starts with the tree frogs which are not enjoyable to me but bearable. Sometime around midnight the dogs start barking like crazy. According to my aunt, the dogs are sensing the spirit of the departed, who are there because they are happy because we returned. My aunt now has to rebuke the spirits in the name of Jesus praying LOUDLY in tongues. All this scare the pigs, so the squealing starts and goes on for hours. Finally peace and quiet, but wait it's morning and the cocks start to crow. BTW...somebody somewhere within ear shots MUST fall asleep with the radio blaring.
The days we are just being Jamaicans...laugh loud, talk loud, fuss loud, sometimes all at the same time.