hey, are you anunuebe, the thorny one

who allows no one else to rest

where you stand, you take up all our space

always making a face

looking for a fight

like you and peace are in the ring, they’d say

you’re always listening out for gossip

when good fortune comes to others, you make that face

when good comes to you, you warp your face like the backside of a pot

like you and good things are enemies, they’d say

….

let me ask you, are you anunuebe, the thorny one

so we know who to avoid

look at your hands, no birds perch on your branches

look at your feet, no ants crawl through your roots

and worst, it seems you have an issue with the dibia, the native doctor, too

that’s why I say let me ask, are you anunuebe