In the late 1800 in the booming era of the West Indian Company Trade in the Caribbean, a young Dutchman named Willem set sail to islands in the lesser Antilles. During his explorations and just at the turn of abolition he met a young black “Mulata” (A tall and exotic black woman with long sleek black hair) named “Ma-min” and fell passionately in love. Leaping forward against the grains of village elders and reigning European colonists the couple has withstood the time and has become one of the first inter-racial couples in the islands. Reluctantly accepted; however resented by many in the islands, the couple went on to live a simple yet happy life.
One night, when there was no moon in sight and darkness casted upon the tiny island village, a heavy salty stench lingered in the air. Filled with evil the night embraced and everyone knew that the wicked of the dark has come from the arid hills. Ma-min with a firm and pregnant belly sat quietly at the window sill as a terrible frail and dark being came upon her in voice, “As you have tainted the blood of Shacka, the shackles of Tula will remove the color of skin of the unborn so the sun will forever burn all that has no color and cloud the eyes so they not see”.