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ANỤNỤEBE

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

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