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It grew from the cradle to wear
Flowers of colours to appeal,
Branches with leaves to shelter,
Nectar of juice not for a brawl,
The day of the sun came
With stiff over bearing, it came;
A peel on the skin, empting of the branches,
A heat up that muscles the stem that stays.
Determined to live and to live,
Standing not in the way of any
Was misconstrued and hated to pale,
Hackers and displacers, plentifully,
As forced friend on it board.
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Tamunobarabi
Tamunobarabi Gogo Ibulubo is a journalist, storyteller, novelist and a poet.
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