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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