20 Abiku

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I am he who is born,

Dies,

And is born again.

I am joy

And grief Rolled up in one.

I am Abiku,

The midget of bareness,

And elder to still-birth; Even still-birth of latter years.

Ghommid of wickedness,

I reside on the circumference of banana leaves.

A wanderer in the noon,

Secured with itinerant demons in the hot sun.

I am Abiku!

I am homeless,

A homeless wanderer in the noon!

Feasting on women with deaf ears that walk in the noon, But when I am caught, I get marked-burnt body. Then, I am reduced to an outsider to the spirits.

I cease to be narcissistic of my pride as Abiku,

Becoming an object of mockery, I become banished as an Abiku