Bahama Drama

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Queen’s Staircase you never knew like this before

It’s a good thing that y’all have someone like Bahama Drama to tell y’all these stories of old times even Bahamian folklore of the 1500s – 1900s. Stories from Griots, the keepers of ancient times history and story telling.

Bahama Drama from a young boy was entrusted to keep these secrets and many stories that came with becoming a Griot.

These real life stories I tell are sometimes infused with a little fiction to keep balance and not wake up something ancient that shouldn’t be awaken for our followers own safety sometimes.

This is not humor right now. This is real.

Tonights story is only for the ears of the chosen among us.

If you’re following our page and supporting our content, it’s not by chance that you ended up on this page.

You were summoned by fate, it was your destination before your birth to witness these stories from Bahama Drama the Griot of the Bahamas.

Now let me tell you what lays beneath the Queens Staircase in Nassau.

First off many Dead bodies of African slaves were laid to rest there, maybe thousands of them. Nobody kept count back then.

Below these shallow graves that are only about 4 feet deep is a limestone underground water tunnel with stairs on both sides with the waterways being about 20 feet wide and about 18 feet deep that leads to the ocean underneath where the Betty K dock once was.

This tunnel like the many others throughout Nassau was known only by a few, with their locations now being covered up in the history books of time. It’s also said that the Queen and the royal family had so much treasure, that they had to be spread throughout the Kingdom. Just in case they were ever pillaged by their enemies.

In the early 1800s – 1900’s many governor’s of England that were posts in the Bahamas were given the royal task of sealing these underground water way tunnels throughout Nassau. Even until this day only a few believe that they ever really existed.

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Let him sleep or wake him up?

This election is gonna have everyone and they grandpa running for office we already see…

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I’m truly excited to see that not everyone is blind in our county!

Boy the COI is making big waves across the Bahamas and it looks like everybody is asking for something different from what our parents got over the past 53 years from different but same way thinking governments since 1973.

I guess smoke and mirrors don’t work anymore. What did Bob say about fooling the people some of the time, but not all of the people all of the time?

Okay China I see you!

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Bahama Drama is going to China…

I know it’s difficult sometimes but never wish death on anybody, it’ll go to your own close family…

God does seeds close warning signs to people to change their lives before how they live, be the cause of their deaths…

Dancing Trees in Nassau 1950’s

Back in the 1950s, Nassau had a man known only as The Obeah Man. Nobody knew his real name, but everybody knew his power. He was feared, respected, and whispered about in hushed voices. Some say he was just a man with gifts, others believe he was something more. One thing was certain he could heal the sick, fix ailments no doctor could explain, and cure people from things even pastors were afraid to pray against. Fever, blindness, strange illnesses that had no name he handled them all. Some say he had herbs no one else knew about. Others believed he whispered into the wind, calling on spirits to do his work.

But for all his healing, he had a love that ran just as deep as his powers Junkanoo. Every year, he would be there, dressed in wild colors, lost in the rhythm of the goatskin drums, moving like the music was part of his soul. And twice before, when he got too deep in his liquor and the spirit of the festival took him, he did something nobody could explain.

The first time was in Centerville. The crowd was thick, music pumping, cowbells ringing, when The Obeah Man staggered toward a tall palm tree. He started chanting, moving his hands in strange patterns, and before anybody could stop him, the tree moved. Not just swaying in the breeze it danced. The whole Junkanoo crowd went silent as the palm tree shook its leaves, twisted its trunk like it was alive, moving in rhythm with the beat of the drums. Some ran. Some watched in horror. Then, as suddenly as it started, the tree froze, and The Obeah Man collapsed to the ground laughing.

The second time was in Fox Hill. Another Junkanoo night, another drunken spell. This time, he walked up to another palm tree, placed his hand on it, and whispered something nobody could hear. The tree started spinning roots still in the ground, but it moved like a man in a feverish Junkanoo rush-out. People screamed. A few even fainted. And just like before, when it stopped, The Obeah Man disappeared into the crowd like nothing happened.

But after that, he was never the same. Some say he started changing, becoming something else. His skin grew darker, his eyes glowed strange in the moonlight, and people swore he could walk into shadows and vanish. Then one day, he was just gone. No one saw him die, no one found his body. Some say he never died at all.

They believe he turned into something else. What exactly? Nobody knows for sure. Some whisper he became a bird, flying high above the islands, watching everything from the trees. Others say he turned into a black cat, slipping through the alleys of Nassau, seen but never caught. And some believe he walks among us even now, shifting between forms, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself again.

And even now, when the Junkanoo drums hit just right, if you look closely, you might still see a lone palm tree swaying a little too perfectly to the rhythm of the beat it could be him you never know.

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