Penal, south Trinidad Boe Nancy, and I visit a farmer about a stolen cow. There to meet us was Mr. Ragoo, and his son Ravi, who looked very distressed. They told us that someone had stolen their beloved cow named Blackie, last night. The thief or thieves had used an access road that leads directly to their farm, where they must have loaded the cattle into a vehicle. Continue reading Folk Law: The Cow Caper

Rushing to work on a Monday morning with my boss’s breakfast in hand, hoping I’m not too late to bring him his two doubles, with tambran sauce and a cream soda soft drink. I work for the private investigator named Boe Nancy, a Ghanaian plying his trade in the Caribbean, and always seem to gravitate towards the weirdest cases. Continue reading Folk Law, chapter one: Monday Morning