It used to have a petty thief where we living. His name is Ghost. Of course his mother didn't christen him that—no way can you look at a defenceless little baby and drop the name Ghost on him just so, not same time you putting on the maljo jet-bead bracelet to ward off the evil eye. It must be the people who used to live here long-time who give him that name. Maybe in the early days he used to come like a spirit and nobody seeing him and he earn his name under those circumstances, but since we know Ghost, he coming in broad daylight and we seeing him, but is like the name stick.

Any day of the week, Sunday to Sunday, you seeing Ghost walking up and down the narrow road that winding through our little valley. People in car...

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