Imila to ku kuro, e beru obe

Misan The Bear Artist. Writer. Bookworm. Lesbian.

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My new obsession

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I gave up on this but I thought I should post it regardless

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Hated this for so long but now I think it’s kind of cute omg

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Gideon is a better woman than me sha cause I would never do the shit that she does

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Painting practice

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Fem gojo x geto

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Happy valentines!!

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Roughy

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Some Itsekiri proverbs.

Arira we etin eghere.

Meaning:

There is a gossip in our midst or there is an informant,

stranger, outsider in our midst

Egbele to fe kpa emumu ina, areba owa sun.

Meaning

A chicken wanting to kill a fire fly will end up sleeping in the open

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Thersea

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The girlies in love

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Thersea my love

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I’m so stuck😭😭😭😭

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Witches can be identified by their eyes, corrupted by black magic

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I Am The KING of This Castle

Shall I set fire upon this house?

When you stare in your Achilles’s wonder, as I cower in fear,

When you look and see a light so bright in my endless void of darkness,

Shall I set fire upon this house?

As you speak of joy, of hope, of love,

As your ambers were like ashes in my eyes, you light unable to be silenced by me,

Shall I set fire upon this house?

Me, The great lord of dawn, the great witch of this manor, an Egbere of my demise,

Who stood as the ghost of solemn in your presence,

Shall I set fire upon your house?

As you fed not my misery, as I surround you to engulf you yet you remain unchanged,

As you understand my pain but not my melancholy,

Shall I set fire upon your house,

As I am but a sailor of the river Lethe, 

I pick up the bones you left unburied to scare you yet you look at me,

Your eyes are sharp and unmoved. The green light guides me as I sink deeper into this despair.

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Will you bury my bones after the feast?

Had I been born that winter’s noon,

A golden pig at your banquet, or a shivering wet cat at your feet?

My ignorance inculcated my existence,

At first, my disposition resulted in only a phlegmatic gaze,

You, a father to many offerings,

Who was I but another bastard,

With one shove, you push me off the table like I was but an ant infecting your food,

Your sons stared and laughed as I fell, mocking my meekness, my feebleness,

As if they had expected more emotions out of my humiliation,

But had I been irascible,

My mothers would shun me and my brothers would strike me,

Hungry, I drank in the shadow of your gut,

Little drops from your overfilled cup,

Suddenly you kissed me, with a kiss so avaricious,

Your tongue taking all that I had managed to enjoy,

then putting me back onto your table

I stay still, hoping for change.

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The bright Glass Light.

As is the nature of the creature,

All hours are spent serving the dim light,

The dim light from the magic glass

The magic glass that made time go by

A time that was missed and dreaded

The dread of a life left unlived.

A life dedicated to the dim light.

The dim light from the magic glass