Mythical Beings
We were told stories
Stories of the hunter demon
Haunting our children
In the dark of the moon
The faceless beast
A silhouette in the night
With a visage defined only
By juvenile imagination
Creeping along our dark spines
And halting body movement
It feeds off our fear.
An African pennywise.
A reality or mirage?
An illusion or memory?
None can verify the truth
Of the legendary ojuju Calabar
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