House Maid Confesses to Witchcraft – Wrecks Havoc in Family

A self-confessed witch managed to outfox, ‘immobilise’ tools of trade, inflict some damage and pain on a family – husband and wife as well as their children.

Joice (41), was hired as a domestic worker by a couple in Lagos, John and his wife, both well known spiritualist, but succeeded in unleashing her witchcraft acts for quite some time undetected. And by the time John and wife put their ‘powers’ together and discovered the tormentor right inside their home, damage and pain had been done for than two months.

Joice last week confessed to possessing two female spirits whose names are Monica and Sophia, that she used to bewitch her employer’s family and feeding the family with human feaces while she gave her spirits the family food spiritually.

“When I arrived here, I came with my two female spirits (Monica and Sophia) hidden in my bag. My paternal grandmother gave me the spirits when I was about two years old and she also made tattoo marks on my body to initiate me into witchcraft.

My grandmother later killed her daughter-in-law using witchcraft and her avenging spirit in turn killed her. Now my grandmother’s spirit possesses me and sends me to do all sorts of evil things. Even the female spirits are now terrorizing me, making me do things that I’m ashamed of. At times I just find myself naked and outside at night,” revealed Joice.

She also said upon sensing danger, the spirits moved back to her home town before Johns and his family came to realize what had hit them.

“The female spirits asked me to take them back home and I took them there at night two days ago. I flew in a weaving basket!” claimed Joice ‘the pilot’.

“I practiced all sorts of witchcraft on this family. I touched the father’s private parts and made him weak in bed. I also wanted his wife to die while giving birth, but she survived, so I caused her Caesarean operation not to heal. I also took hair from her head and made it not grow anymore. I just envied her hair and so I took it,” she said.

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Joice also confessed that she unleashed a lot of harm and pain amongst the family’s children.

“I put a spell on the eldest child so that he would just wander aimlessly and have problems with his father. For the other child, I wanted her to die in her sleep, but I failed. I also wanted the other girl to have headaches and I also gave her evil food to initiate her into witchcraft.

As for the youngest child (4 years old), I gave him a piece of bread so that he would never want to drink tea and bread again and I would also take him with me for my escapades. I tried to kill him but I failed,” narrated Joice.

The woman also revealed that she bewitched the baby to make her blind.

“I put pepper and methylated spirit into the baby’s eyes so that she would become blind. I also cast avenging spirit in this house so that she would stop haunting me and I put a spell so that my employer’s work (spiritualist) would fail. Since my arrival, people stopped coming here for help. My grandmother is the one who was instructing me to do all these things,” claimed Joice.

All the family members confirmed the misfortune that befell them and by the time of going to press, the baby was yet to get her sight back as Joice had said her sight would be restored after five days.

Joice also explained how she would feed her evil spirits.

“They also drank tea, at times when I was cooking, the tea would suddenly spill on the ground. They only drank blood once in a while. I would then feed this family with human waste,” she said.

The Daily Grind: “I am He.”

By Charlotte Dugan

Jesus knew who he was.

Do you know who you are?

The recent biblical insights concerning the One Body and “members in particular” have been very exciting and liberating for many Christians. Through a deeper understanding of Romans 12, the Christian Church is becoming more aware of the complete picture of the Body of Christ, and finding one’s personal function is answering a lot of questions for a lot of people. For years, countless individuals have struggled to understand how they fit in the Christian fellowship. As our understanding of the One Body grows, we’re gaining a fuller picture of what the Church is: a lifestyle, and not a church meeting; a full-functioning family and not a Sunday morning gathering led by a select few.

In light of this broader understanding, labeling our abilities is not enough. It is only the beginning of thoroughly understanding what has been given us. With these gifts comes a responsibility to act. Often, Christians express an interest in fellowshipping with others, but wait for events to come to them. It is the seriousness of this accountability we need to examine. Our complacency will be judged accordingly. Mediocrity is not a virtue in the eyes of the living God, Who sacrificed all on our behalf. He sacrificed His Son.

When the Roman soldiers came to arrest Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, Jesus acknowledged who he was, and did so with such conviction that he literally blew them off their feet.

John 18:4-6
(4) Jesus, knowing all that was going to happen to him, went out and asked them, “Who is it you want?”
(5) “Jesus of Nazareth,” they replied. “I am he,” Jesus said. (And Judas the traitor was standing there with them.)
(6) When Jesus said, “I am he,” they drew back and fell to the ground.

Again, when Jesus stood before Pontius Pilate and the Roman governor queried him, he attested to the Kingship he knew he’d been given:

Luke 23:3
So Pilate asked Jesus, “Are you the King of the Jews?” “Yes, it is as you say,” Jesus replied.

When Jesus ascended off the face of the earth, he left in his stead, for the time being, us. In doing so, he gave us gifts, abilities that equip us to carry on with the work he started until he comes back. We can’t afford to wait on using what we’ve been given, counting on the idea that in the Day of our Lord, he’ll excuse our inaction by citing the inaction of others. The list in Romans 12, the functions or gifts or ministries that he gave, are his deposit in us to invest in our lives in order to yield a higher return. And he’ll be looking for that return on his investments when he comes back.

In Luke, chapter 19, we see an interesting scenario involving a chief tax collector by the name of Zacchaeus. By this time in his life, Jesus had quite a reputation. He was followed by huge crowds—hard not to notice as he traveled about. Zacchaeus, the Bible tells us, was two things: rich, and short. As Jesus passed by, Zacchaeus was too short to see him, so he ran ahead and perched himself in a sycamore-fig tree in order to get a better look. We’ll begin with Jesus connecting with this despised man.

Luke 19:5-7
(5) When Jesus reached the spot, he looked up and said to him, “Zacchaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today.”
(6) So he came down at once and welcomed him gladly.
(7) All the people saw this and began to mutter, “He has gone to be the guest of a ‘sinner.’”

There are two responses here to Jesus’ action of reaching out to Zacchaeus: gladness on the part of the tax collector and grumbling on the part of those following the Christ. Didn’t he know who this man was? A brother who taxed them beyond the law in order to make himself rich, but who also held all the authority to abuse them! This act of merciful kindness on the part of Jesus touched Zacchaeus deeply, to the point of taking action.

Luke 19:8-10
(8) But Zacchaeus stood up and said to the Lord, “Look, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount.”
(9) Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house, because this man, too, is a son of Abraham.
(10) For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost.”

It was not his birth into the Israeli household that gave this man any standing with the Lord, it was his actions. And while in this Administration of Grace, our salvation is sure, and our rewards are determined by what we do—or don’t do.

What happens next seems a little like a non-sequitur unless we reach deeply to understand what the Lord Jesus was trying to communicate.

Luke 19:11-27
(11) While they were listening to this, he went on to tell them a parable, because he was near Jerusalem and the people thought that the kingdom of God was going to appear at once.
(12) He said: “A man of noble birth went to a distant country to have himself appointed king and then to return.
(13) “So he called ten of his servants and gave them ten minas. ‘Put this money to work,’ he said, ‘until I come back.’
(14) “But his subjects hated him and sent a delegation after him to say, ‘We don’t want this man to be our king.’
(15) “He was made king, however, and returned home. Then he sent for the servants to whom he had given the money, in order to find out what they had gained with it.
(16) “The first one came and said, ‘Sir, your mina has earned ten more.’
(17) “‘Well done, my good servant!’ his master replied. ‘Because you have been trustworthy in a very small matter, take charge of ten cities.’
(18) “The second came and said, ‘Sir, your mina has earned five more.’
(19) “His master answered, ‘You take charge of five cities.’
(20) “Then another servant came and said, ‘Sir, here is your mina; I have kept it laid away in a piece of cloth.
(21) I was afraid of you, because you are a hard man. You take out what you did not put in and reap what you did not sow.’
(22) “His master replied, ‘I will judge you by your own words, you wicked servant! You knew, did you, that I am a hard man, taking out what I did not put in, and reaping what I did not sow?
(23) Why then didn’t you put my money on deposit, so that when I came back, I could have collected it with interest?’
(24) “Then he said to those standing by, ‘Take his mina away from him and give it to the one who has ten minas.’
(25) “‘Sir,’ they said, ‘he already has ten!’
(26) “He replied, ‘I tell you that to everyone who has, more will be given, but as for the one who has nothing, even what he has will be taken away.
(27) But those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over them—bring them here and kill them in front of me.’”

Why, in the midst of being a guest, surrounded by followers hungry for the beginning of the kingdom of God, would he tell them this parable of all parables? I submit that to those who would hear, Jesus understood they were waiting entirely on him to act now. He knew he had to prepare them for the reality of what was coming—sharing in his work, and being accountable for what they did or chose not to do. Jesus knew all that was going to happen to him, his suffering and death, and that the immediate advent of his earthly kingdom would not precede that. He also knew that he would be employing their partnership. This same Jesus has employed you as well.

1 Corinthians 4:1 and 2
(1) So then, men ought to regard us as servants of Christ and as those entrusted with the secret things of God.
(2) Now it is required that those who have been given a trust must prove faithful.

2 Corinthians 4:17-20
(17) Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!
(18) All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation:
(19) that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting men’s sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation.
(20) We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.

What you do not do is just as valid in the eyes of God as what you do. You have been given gifts in order that you use them for the benefit of others in the interest of the Lord Jesus Christ, who is the Head of the Body. Apathy is an action; it’s a negative action. In the book of Amos, God warned the Israelites about complacency:

Amos 6:1a
Woe to you who are complacent in Zion…

In Revelation 3: 15 and 16 we see Jesus’ reaction to a lazy spiritual attitude.

Revelation 3: 15 and 16
(15) I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other!
(16) So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.

We live in the Administration of Grace, and yet we’re not to use that grace as an occasion to be apathetic, like a spoiled child counting on a weak father. Our spiritual Father is not weak. It behooves us to consider the gravity of the words of the Apostle Paul when he wrote by revelation:

Colossians 3:23-25
(23) Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men,
(24) since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.
(25) Anyone who does wrong will be repaid for his wrong, and there is no favoritism.

The John who penned the book of Revelation was a friend of Jesus on earth. They fried fish together, ate and spent time walking and talking, telling jokes, serving. The picture painted of the returning Lord in the book of Revelation is one of a man’s Man, a warrior, a powerful being—so much so, that his beloved John collapsed at the sight of him, overwhelmed in his presence.

Revelation 1:12-18
(12) I turned around to see the voice that was speaking to me. And when I turned I saw seven golden lampstands,
(13) and among the lampstands was someone “like a son of man,” dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest.
(14) His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire.
(15) His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing water.
(16) In his right hand he held seven stars, and out of his mouth came a sharp double-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance.
(17) When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. Then he placed his right hand on me and said: “Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last.
(18) I am the Living One; I was dead, and behold I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades.”

YOU are Christ’s ambassador! That means that without you recognizing who you really are, and getting involved somehow, somewhere, Christ is not represented. When you truly understand the power you have and the gifts you’ve been given and act accordingly, the world trembles—and our Lord rejoices!

I was present at the Teens & Twenties Camp this past summer when one of the men there ministered to a camper. He spoke out loud, “I want to remind any spirits present here that I am a minister of the Lord Jesus Christ, and that what I say in his name, you must do.” This man got the message! There was deliverance that day! What power!

I encourage you to say the same line out loud: “I am a minister of the Lord Jesus Christ!” Say it over and over. Let it sink in. Be the servant who recognizes both the value of the Man who sent you and the gifts he gave. Be the one to whom your Master will say, “Well done, my good and faithful servant!”

Popular dancer, Gerald ‘Bogle’ Levy, was reportedly doused with alcohol during the dispute which was diffused by police officers who were on the scene.
Three weeks later, the very day his son was buried, Coke was burnt to death in a mysterious fire inside his cell.
Unconfirmed reports suggest that the notorious gangster committed suicide because he realised that he would be handed over to the US authorities, but this claim has been refuted by others who say his death was as a result of a botched escape attempt. Still others say Coke was murdered to keep him from spilling the beans to the Americans.

Within the past week both Popcaan and Gaza Slim have taken to the media to speak out against each other with several allegations (Popcaan statement – Gaza Slim statement). Several members of the dancehall fraternity have offered their opinions but none as outspoken as international dancehall artist Lisa Hyper. The artist who recently released the summer single “Life Change” on the Grill Fly riddim with Lady Saw, has taken the time to give us her thoughts and she doesn’t mince words about Gaza Slim.

“Basically what I’m saying is Popcaan fck up but slim fi shut up cuz wah she nuh do nutten fi addi family not even kno nun a dem suh d whola dem need fi leave off a dis gaza thing becuz it dun d whole a dem fake dan mi cosmetic jewellery but mi still love popcaan rhino shawn tommylee as well but dem need fi jus du music cuz when addi fwd a music him a come. Do whether if a pg13 him a do it. But lisahyper is har own boss say hello to d girl boss  ”

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THREE LITTLE PIGS

nce there was a mother pig who had three little pigs. She did not have enough to keep them, so she sent them out to seek their fortunes.

The first little pig had not gone far when he met a man with a bundle of straw. The little pig said to him, “Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house.”

This the man did, and soon the little pig had built a house with it.

Just after the house was built, along came a wolf. He knocked at the door of the little pig’s house and called, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

But the little pig answered, “No, no! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!”

Then the wolf said, “I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”

So he huffed and he puffed until he blew the house in, and ate up that little pig.

The second little pig had not gone far when he met a man carrying a bundle of sticks on his shoulders.

The little pig said to him, “Please, man, give me those sticks to build me a house.”

This the man did, and soon the little pig had built a house with them.

Just after the house was built, along came the wolf. He knocked at the door of the little pig’s house and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

But the little pig answered, “No, no! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!”

Then the wolf said, “I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”

So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in, and ate up that little pig.

The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks.

The little pig said to him, “Please, man, give me those bricks to build me a house.”

This the man did, and soon the little pig had built a house with them.

Just after the house was built, along came the wolf. He knocked at the door of the little pig’s house and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!”

But the little pig answered, “No, no! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!”

Then the wolf said, “I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!”

So the wolf huffed and he puffed and he puffed and he huffed, and he huffed and he puffed, but he couldn’t blow this third little pig’s house down.

When he found that with all his huffing and puffing he could not blow this little pig’s house down, he said, “Little pig, I know where there is a field of fine turnips.

“Where?” the little pig asked eagerly.

“Over in Mr. Smith’s home field. And if you will be ready tomorrow morning I will call you and we will go together and get some for our dinner.”

“Thank you,” replied the little pig. “I will be ready when you come for me. What time do you want to go?”

“Oh, I’ll come for you at six o’clock.”

Now the little pig rose at five o’clock and was back home with his turnips when about six o’clock the wolf came and said, “Little pig, are you ready?”

“Ready?” exclaimed the little pig. “Why, I have been there and back home again, and I have a fine pot of turnips already cooked for my dinner!”

The wolf was very angry, but thinking that he would be equal to the little pig, he said, “Little pig, I know where there is a very nice apple tree.”

“Where?” the little pig asked eagerly.

“Down at Merry Garden,” replied the wolf. “And if you will not deceive me this time, I will come for you at five o’clock tomorrow morning and we will go down there together and get some nice apples.”

“I will be ready,” replied the little pig.

The little pig got up early the next morning, and was on his way by four o’clock. But this time he had to go much farther, and besides, he had to climb the tree to get the apples. Just as he was ready to jump down, he spied the wolf.

“What, little pig!” said the wolf. “You here before me? Are they nice apples?”

“Oh, yes,” replied the little pig. “Here, I will throw one down for you.”

Now the little pig threw that apple so far that while the wolf was going after it, he jumped down to the ground and ran home with his basket of apples as fast as he was able.

He dashed into the house, slammed the door, and locked it. Then he sat down to rest.

Of course the wolf was again very angry, but the next day he came to the little pig’s house once more and said, “Little pig, there’s a fair over at Shanklin this afternoon. Will you go there with me?”

“Oh, yes,” replied the little pig. “What time shall I expect you?”

“At three,” answered the wolf.

That afternoon the little pig went off before three o’clock, just as usual, got to the fair, bought a butter churn, and was going home with it when he spied the wolf coming.

This time the little pig was terribly frightened. He didn’t know what to do, so he got into the churn to hide. But as he was climbing in, the churn started to roll round and round. Down the hill it rolled, faster and faster, with the little pig still in it. This frightened the wolf so much that he ran home, forgetting all about going to the fair at Shanklin that afternoon.

The next day he went to the little pig’s house again and told him how frightened he had been while going to the fair.

The little pig laughed, and said, “Ha, ha! I frightened you that time! I had gone to the fair and had bought a butter churn there; and when I saw you coming I climbed inside the churn and rolled down the hill.”

Then the wolf was very angry indeed. He vowed that he would eat up that little pig — that he would climb up on the roof of the little pig’s house and go down the chimney after him.

When the little pig heard the wolf on the roof of his house and saw what he was about, he made a blazing fire in his fireplace, filled a big pot with water, and hung it over the fire.

Just as the wolf was coming down the chimney, the little pig lifted the lid off the big pot of boiling water, and in fell the wolf. And then the little pig quickly popped on the cover again, and had the wolf for supper.

And that is how it came about that this little pig lived happily in his snug little brick house ever after.

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‘Curly Locks’ went from church to a life a crime
BY KARYL WALKER Sunday Observer staff reporter [email protected]
Sunday, March 16, 2008

This series of articles is not intended to lionise or glorify the acts of criminals but to put a historical perspective on criminality in Jamaica, with the hope of shedding light on why the country is now teetering on the edge of lawlessness. Of significant note, as well, is the fact that the subjects of these stories die violently and very young.
FOR the residents of the borderline community of Wilton Gardens, popularly called Rema, life during the People’s National Party (PNP) reign of the 1970s was treacherous.
The community was the first line of defence against marauding political enforcers from the neighbouring area of Arnett Gardens who were intent on rooting out the staunch Jamaica Labour Party (JLP) supporters who stood out like a sore thumb in the PNP-dominated South St Andrew constituency.
Political clashes involving combatants bearing guns, machetes, knives, stones and other implements of war were commonplace, so too were incidents of firebombing of homes on or near to the troubled Seventh Street borderline.
But despite numerous firebombings and other attempts to dislocate them, the residents of Rema managed to survive the repeated onslaughts and retain their political identity throughout the PNP’s eight-year rule.
One young man who evolved into one of the most dreaded fugitives and political defenders to prowl the tough communities of St Andrew South and West Kingston during the 1970s and 1980s was Howard Hewitt, popularly known as ‘Curly Locks’.
For almost a decade his name drove fear into the hearts of cops, his enemies and even those who lived in the very community (Rema) he protected and ruled with an iron fist.
Curly Locks did not rush head on into a life of crime, as he was once an ardent churchgoer who walked the straight and narrow. He was not born in Rema, but relocated there with his mother and grandmother following the bulldozing of New Town, which is now a swathe of land close to the Old Remand Centre known as ‘No Man’s Land’ which lies between Denham Town, Craig Town and Jones Town.
Hewitt was identified as a child with potential for art and was reportedly encouraged by his teachers at the Jones Town Primary School to pursue a career in art.
But life had different plans for Hewitt, a teenager of Indian extraction, when his family moved into the community in the early 1970s. During that period, the political enforcer who ruled Rema was known as ‘Push Wood’, and persons who lived in the community at the time say it was Push Wood who coerced Curly Locks into a life of crime.
“Curly Locks was a Christian but from Push Wood see him and start tutor him, him bruk out. Him start out by teaching ‘Locks’ to ride a bike then, as time passed, the Indian start admire the life and take up the badness,” one resident of Rema said.
In the months following a peace treaty brokered between politically warring factions in the capital, armed political enforcers from both sides turned their attention and energies to staging daring bank and payroll robberies in various sections of the city.
Their favoured mode of transport were Honda 354 and Honda 50 motorcycles. Powerful handguns, revolvers, machine guns and M16 rifles were also part of the bank robbers survival kit. During the years leading up to the 1980 elections, arsenals of guns and ammunition flowed into the island through the island’s porous coastline and the unseeing eyes of corrupt and fearful customs officials.
Lured by the glamour and ill-gotten gains of the bank robbers in the area, Hewitt put down his Bible and joined their ranks. It was then that he was given the moniker, Curly Locks, which had nothing to do with him being a rastafarian, but because of his ‘straight’ Indian hair.
The gangster quickly learnt that dishing out death and other forms of cruel punishment with impunity was the formula to gaining notoriety in the criminal underworld.
One of his first brushes with the brutality of life in a political garrison came during the attempt by the government to evict residents of Rema for the non-payment of rent. On February 2, 1977 government bailiffs, police officers and an angry mob of ‘Junglists’ converged on the Seventh Street border and attempted to ‘chase out’ the Rema residents under the watchful eye of member of parliament, Anthony Spaulding. Spaulding’s Ministry of Housing had a year earlier, approved the eviction of tenants for the non-payment of rent. Despite efforts by some cops on the scene to disperse the invaders, the mob, which included several gunmen, stormed the community.
The besieged Rema residents were outnumbered and, according to a man who claimed to be a resident at the time, Push Wood and Curly Locks both used cunning to fend off the attackers.
“Push Wood and Locks dress up in red and black and join up with the Junglist dem. When them go inna the building them start stab man and push dem in corners inside the buildings,” the man said.
Eight people were reportedly killed by the ‘Rema defenders’ , resulting in the abortion of the eviction attempt by JDF soldiers who trained their weapons on the armed invaders who came scurrying out of the building with their hands above their heads. One man was killed after he failed to stop and hand over his weapon to the soldiers.
Dressed in a bush jacket and knitted cap, a defeated Spaulding left the scene.
Commenting on the botched eviction attempt, retired justice Ronald Small, described the incident as ‘a horrible stain on this nation’s history’.
With the death of Push Wood, his second in command, Curly Locks grabbed the leadership reins of the Rema 13 gang. Included among the ranks of the fearsome gang were men known as ‘Bigness’, ‘Pearl Harbour’, ‘Little Jack’, ‘Stealer’, ‘Mutt’, ‘Peazy’, ’39’, ‘Riley’, and ‘Bobo Charles’.
The gang was known to stage multiple robberies, and each member was sometimes armed with two guns or more, police said. Many persons inside Rema and outside the garrison community met their deaths at the hands of the Rema 13.
But Curly Locks’ lust for blood earned him the respect of his counterparts (Claudius Massop and his successor, Lloyd Lester Coke, better known as ‘Jim Brown’ from Tivoli Gardens.
There are many stories about his cruelty. For example, Curly Locks, in a jealous rage, was reported to have shot and injured one of his women, before impregnating her sister months afterwards. When the woman was eight months pregnant, Curly Locks, ended her life.
He was also known to take on police patrols single-handedly.
Senior Superintendent Calvin Benjamin was one cop who came face to face with the dreaded Curly Locks.
Residents of the area say Curly Locks surprised Benjamin, who was a young policeman at the time, and a colleague as they walked along Fourth Street in the community.
Benjamin confirmed that the gunman was brazen in his attack.
“He opened fire at us, and it was a miracle that no one was injured. He was really bold,” Benjamin told the Sunday Observer.
Curly Locks was sentenced for armed robbery and, after his release, managed to travel to North America and Europe, where he reportedly shoved a man off a building before hightailing it back to Jamaica, where he continued his life of crime.
But like many before him, Curly Locks lived by the gun and died by it.
His demise came at the hands of a young enforcer from Tivoli Gardens with whom he had a dispute inside the garrison community.
The enforcer, known as ‘Paper Man’, had refused Curly Locks entry to a yard where Jim Brown was handling the weekly issuing of cheques for casual work to persons in Tivoli Gardens, Rose Town and Rema.
Paper Man, not knowing that he was dealing with the Rema don, reportedly called Curly Locks an ‘insipid coolie boy’ and threatened to thump him in his mouth, before chasing him away from the entrance to the premises.
Curly Locks left the scene and returned with a .357 magnum revolver and after a brief scuffle reportedly pistol-whipped Paper Man, dislodging his right eye. Paper Man’s life was spared after Jim Brown and other top Tivoli Gardens enforcers rushed in an diffused the situation, all the time explaining to Paper Man that the ‘coolie boy’, was in fact the notorious Curly Locks.
Weeks later, Curly Locks was ambushed and shot as he rode his Honda Motorbike in West Kingston. The triggerman was a one-eyed Paper Man, who would two weeks later be cut down by police bullets.
This is the final instalment in the Jamaica’s Most Notorious series.

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