With all the mystique and splendour the festival has come to symbolise, Gimistory 2004 wound to an end Saturday at Smith’s Cove.
The packed performance of more than 12 storytellers, local and international, lit up the majestic venue.
It was truly a memorable night.
As happens every year, throughout the week the tellers formed familiarity with their Caymanian audience and by the final event, they were being cheered and called by name to the stage.
Ma Story’s regal stage entrance and a powerful rendition of Bob Marley’s hit ‘No Woman, No Cry,’ which she changed to No Cayman No Cry to the hoots of the audience, teamed her up with visiting storyteller Amina Blackwood-Meeks.
It was an emotionally charged kick off to an intense night of laughter, stories and community.
Ken Corbie’s vibrant tale of Caribbean stereotypes had the audience rolling with laughter.
Everything from the over-packed baggage to the automatic door and elevator naivete rang true as the nubile actor prowled the stage.
Every festival there is an act that distinguishes itself as a defining example of the power of Caribbean story culture.
This year, Big B and Blacksage won the hearts of audiences with their laid-back extempo stylings.
Preying on all audience members within site, the duo wound word magic around their verses.
The good natured banter was as magnetic as their stage presence, in particular when they made each laugh while in song.
That trademark lilting melody will stick around in people’s heads until the next festival.
Where the other tellers set a standard of laid-back entertainment, this all came to a raucous halt when Maxwell Neptune hit the stage.
Swarmed by an impromptu cast of local children, Neptune screeched and hollered himself hoarse with the unruly co-stars as he taught them the process of warding off ghosts.
Grasping masked sticks, the effect was pure audio and visual spectacle.
After the remainder of the packed evening, the festival’s host, CNCF doled out more than 600 plates of fried fish and fritters to the hungry pack of story fans.
The festival may have ended on a starlit night and the fritters may have been filling, but most filtering out of Smith’s Cove seemed visibly lighter; ad ode to the power of storytelling.