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"I heard your crooked laughter
beneath the Iroko tree,
Sometimes between the willows,
The breeze would echo your voices,
And Abina my son followed that path.
Okwi and Sabina too,
You couldn't stop reminding them
To honor the oath they made
in the spirit world,
To always return to bond with their ilk.

And if they loved the family,
They always returned to leave again
Some to see their mother's faces,
If they fell in love with her smile.
Others to feed on the clout
that accompanies the festivity
Which follows when a child is born.

You must have come to alert
the next child that it's time to go,
Whose home is yours to plague today?
How many times have you been born?
Do you not drown in the river
You left in your mother's eyes?

Is this life not a honeycomb
compared to floating between worlds,
And sleeping on mats under
Udala and Iroko trees
to keep track of the children
You send to the world to inflict pains?"

"Give me my mat and make a wish
I will grant your heart desires,
In gold and coins, in farms and land."

"Good spirit,
Silver nor gold I need not
But I will preserve this mat for you.
When you return, never to return
You shall lay on it and bless the earth."

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Last few words: 
The poem is set in West Africa where there is a traditional belief in wanderer children who are spirit beings born into homes as babies to inflict pains on the households by repeated births only to keep dying again. The wanderer children are believed to have sworn oaths in the spirit world that they will never leave In the poem, one of the characters is a mother who has suffered from these spirits and had already lost three, who finds a bush child
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your last words, I understand this better. My only criticism is that you contradict yourself in the next to last line: When you return, to never return. I think I know the intent, but it definitely sounds contradictory! ~ Geezer.

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