Jabmolassina, a beautiful wicked woman of J’ouvert, blue as dawn shadows, horned and radiant, moving through Port of Spain with legacy in her stride. She screams, “Pay Di Devil!” By moonlight she captures men’s hearts through charm, rhythm, and ancestral magnetism, turning bravado into devotion. At sunrise, when steelpan fades and reality clocks back in, she breaks those hearts cleanly, no malice, just execution, reminding all that Carnival is a temporary. In the fJabmolassina isn’t cruel; she’s culture delivering desire at scale, then closing the deal exactly as tradition intended.