August 1, 2011 Obara Meji 70Comment
Some years ago, I got the devastating news that my Godmother in Africa had died.  How could this be?!.  I had just left her seven months ago in Africa where I had spent a month with her on her compound.  The worst thing was I had not spoken to her for all those times as I was upset with her for things that I cannot/refuse to discuss here, as a matter of fact, maybe one day I will get the courage to write about what she did to me.  Her son, Jide, called me about 9am American time, and 2pm for them in Nigeria, on a Sunday morning  when he greeted me with the news ‘my mom is dead’.  I could not believe it, flabbergasted I stuttered ‘What?’  He put his sister Bimbo on the phone. Bimbo was so shocked, she couldn’t speak.  This is Africa so they buried her the same day, possibly she came from a Muslim family, because the muslims bury their dead on the same day that they die.   She had died 2am between Saturday and Sunday morning and so they buried her at the entrance of her Osun shrine on Sunday evening.  I felt like hell.  I called him back an hour later asking him again ‘are you sure this is not a joke’ he calmly answered ‘It is not a joke, my mom is dead’.   The next day I called her friend, an Igbo woman by the name of Chioma.  Chioma confirmed it, even though I still believed they were lying. I could not percieve it, it was a lie, although I had seen her death six weeks prior to the news, read my post, My Traditional God Mother, look it up in the archives.  This was a woman who had just had a baby, she was almost fifty years old, but Osun gives babies to whom ever she pleases, and she was an Osun woman.  I had just been with her all over Lagos, all over Badagry, Victoria island, Ogun state, we had even gone to Ibadan, Osogobo; we danced on the compound to the drums praising Obatala and Osun, Kori and Other Orishas.  She cooked for me everyday Igbo soup, Egosi soup, she made moin moin, a delicious bean cake and we had fun.  We took pictures, went all over the place; how could she be dead?.  We walked in the market and even though I am younger than her, she walked faster with more vigor than I, not that I cannot but she was alive and filled with a lot of life when I had seen her last.  My God!, While I lamented in my mind about her untimely demise, I knew that God knew best; but I still doubted and even though I am not a superstitious person, (She was a traditionalist, God how come?), I knew that something was wrong and so I spoke to Chioma, the Igbo woman who was her friend.  She told me that upon dying my Godmother told her that it was 2 members of her family that did witchcraft on her and was killing her.  I was shocked because the people Chioma pointed out to me were on the compound with us everyday!.  My godmother gave them money, gave them food and attended to them.  As a matter of fact it was three of them who she accused, the third being her husband who she accused also. O Ma Se O!!, (what a pity). I asked Jide the son if it was wicthcraft and he was adamant that it was not, he said it wouldn’t take her. But he had to deny it to me, Africans do not reveal their business, that easily, no matter who you are. And I was like family!.
 
It is not uncommon for your family members to do evil against you.  As a matter of fact, Yoruba says when there is problems the first person you should look into as the trouble maker is the family member.  Oh yes, there are bad ancestors; good one and bad ones.  Often times when children are molested it is the family member who has done it.  The enemy is the closest one beside you because he comes as a friend.  If I know you are my enemy you will not sit beside me but if I know you as a friend you can sleep on my bed, cook for me even stay in my house. This is where you lay, as a snake waiting to chop my head, or to devastate me.  I’ve seen it happen time and time and time  again.  It was the mythical Cane who killed the mythical Able.  It was Joseph’s brothers who sold him into slavery.  Casey Anthony was just acquitted for killing her child, which the whole nation believes that she did.  For whatever reason, since the beginning of time, family members, blood relations have fought against each other and lot of them using witchcraft to achieve what they want.  The Menendez brothers were convicted of killing their mother and father and recently in the news a 17 year old boy has been accused of killing his parents and having a party while the dead bodies lay in the house.  My own family has done me many wrongs and even my own mother separated me and my sisters from each other because she did not want us to have a close relationship, all this stemed from an older sister filling my mothers head with lies about me, because of jealously, that bitch!., she knew my mother cared little for me and she palyed on it.
  Sometimes they will try to use and abuse you and if they feel that you will not subject yourself to their dominance this is where they attack, because they can, especially if you are in a position where you need them. My own son, has disrespected me, for his girlfriend, I have nothing to hide, Obara Meji is an Open book!, and because they are the closest ones to you, it hurts like hell. My disgusting nephews, born into my own hands, has called me a bitch, and their mother laughed when she heard. Read my post, SCHADENFREUDE!!.
 
 When my mother migrated to America along with us the children, I was very young.  We came to live with our aunt who did the filing for us to come to America.  Before we left Jamaica we had a good life.  My mother had a good job and she was very progressive; we never suffered or lacked for anything.  We had a wonderful roof over our heads, food in abundance, clothes; so much so that we gave away a lot when it was time for us to leave.  A month after we came, my Aunt told all of us to get out.  If it wasn’t for our neighbor 2 doors away, who she had cautioned us not to speak to because they were too black and ugly, we would have been homeless.   Thank God we did not listen to her.  Thank God we did not have her prejudices against our own.  I could go on and on about the wickedness in families and the devastation that this has caused.
 
One of my clients told me of the molestation by her grandfather, this old gnarly, peice of crap,screwing a six year old, this happens so often.  Another one told me also of the molestation by her step grandfather and when she made up her mind to tell her female cousin, the cousin took her to the bathroom and did lesbian tribing with her, the cousin was in her twenties, she was eight!, this was Jamaica, a female cousin! And when she finally got the courage to tell her, Aunt, her Grandmother, whose husband it was that was screwing the child every night because the family had migrated to America and had left the children in his care, cussed her telling her ‘because of you I had to divorce my husband. I hate you’. 
 Recently I had a woman who came to me for divination and she told me that growing up she was the one that her mother hated because of her skin color being very dark.  This is common in Jamaica (when Jamaican people goh fi goh prejudice, dem prejudice more dan white people).  She told me that she came to Kingston to seek her way, at the age of 16, due to ill treatment at the hands of the mother and became a maid.  The married man for whom she became a maid to his family, (his wife and children), also turned her into his lover, she felt she had no choice, it was a case of survival.  This was from the time of 16 years old, and because she had no other alternative she had to contend with her situation until she was 25.  The day came when her mother got so sick she was dying but it was the daughter who she hated that paid all the medical bills, and then some, bought all the medication and paid for the surgeries.  The woman told me that the day before her mother died when she went to the hospital to pick her up,the University of the West Indies, and on her way home with the mother, she said the mother went down in the middle of the street on her knees, she begged her mother to get up but she said she had to do this!.  The mother held on to her, the daughter’s hands and prayed for her calling out to God to forgive her the mother, for the way she had treated her child.  The woman told me that her mother said these words ‘God, this is the stone that the builder refused; it now has become the head corner stone.  I despised my own child because of her complexion, because she looks like her father, I ignored her and put her in the street before time and now that I am old, gray and sickly, all who are light-skinned have turned their backs on me.  God please bless her’.  The woman cried when she told me that her mother had blessed her one day before she left the earth; and that blessing has remained with her to this day.  All that the mother did to her while she was growing up, she has forgiven and forgotten. I too have forgiven my mother, regardless of not loving me she taught me valuable lessons that I have taught my own children…Read Egbe White.
 
For me to continue this post about wicked family members would take forever.  I know there are those of you reading this blog who have also suffered at the hands of family members who have used, betrayed, molested and hurt you in ways that you cannot begin to understand. Read the post from the archives–Family Disconnection–  Let us have an interesting discussion.  I have told you all on countless occasions my own story, please share yours with me; and for those who are reading, please do not be shy or afraid to tell your stories.  Come mek wi reason!
Ọ̀nì ní ojú máa ńti òun láti gé nǹkan jẹ, tóun bá sì ti gée jẹ, ojú máa ńti òun láti fi sílẹ̀.Ọ̀nì ní ojú máa ńti òun láti gé nǹkan jẹ, tóun bá sì ti gée jẹ, ojú máa ńti òun láti fi sílẹ̀. /
The crocodile says it is always shy to bite, but once it has bitten, it is always shy as well, to let go….Yoruba Proverb![Greed entraps; some things are better left untried]
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kiabubblez
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kiabubblez

Oooo mi forget bout di granny til Ty talk. Granny whey seh mi ano fi her son pitni lol and shi mi get my hair from ole fuzzy, soft thick hair whey cyaa tame lol smh i never liked her from was baby to adult. Shi has since passed on

Ty
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Same so mine stay kiabubblez, yet still she did have my father wid a married man…smh…ole hypocrite and judgemental hag…God forgive me

Obara meji
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Obara meji

Fi real kia

kiabubblez
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kiabubblez

Hahaha yea man til dis day my grandfather ano my grandfather tru granny did a cheat n ketch belly. My pupa a jacket!!! but mi ano her sons child. Ole jezebel dem!

Obara meji
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Obara meji

Lol@ hag, oonuh bad enuh

Sa-Fo
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Sa-Fo

Bwoy Obara, I abhor my family members!!!
It never used to be like that. On both Paternal and Maternal sides we were thicker than thieves. Can’t write an epistle right now, the wounds are still too fresh. I’ll just put some in bullets
1.) Molestation
2.) War over property
3.) Out side people aka IN-LAWS broke what they have not lifted a finger to build
4.) Ungrateful relatives who Scandal you when you are of no more use to them

God, I can’t ……… I would always see this stuff happen to other people growing up, but I was like…nope not my family…no way. True colours always come out.

Obara meji
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Obara meji

Jealousy walk Chu mine, mi done wid dem

Obara meji
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Obara meji

Release har bublez

MTH
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Lawd mi dey ova di odd a post an unno ova yah suh. Obara, Ty and readers, blessings to unno.

Ty
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Lawd mi coulda write an epistle…my only living grandmother, who I do not speak to unless I have to…used to and still hate me because of my complexion…as we in ja say, some of dem old people yah dark…she is such a negative force… My own grandmother would call me a jacket and say that I am not her grandchild…now that I am grown she wants to be my friend and claim me as her own…I have forgiven her, it took me a looong time…I know that her presence in my life is to show me how hate and evil can consume you…I refuse to be her…I walk in the light, covered by God’s white light…we will never be friends…I have helped her when she had a massive stroke but I will never want from her or be around her…

kiabubblez
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kiabubblez

Yes Obara and now me older dem cyaa program mi lol

kiabubblez
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kiabubblez

good morning Obara all bloggers peace n blessings! i can tell u bout wicked family aye sah all wen mi nuh see dem, dem push up dem self. I dont like dem eno set a two face rat! dats why my childhood memories very short cause a dem. I know dem raise mi wid morals n respect plus hardwork but mi feel like dem did short out di love. Mi a talk mom side a fam eno father side smh dats a whole nother issue.

Orisapikkney
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Orisapikkney

Asantewaa I am trying to comprehend your comment as it doesn’t flow. However it sounds like a challenge to the owner of the site….So I will pick apart and rebut what you have typed. First and foremost EVERY LIVING THING carries ASE!! What is healing? Healing comes in myriad of ways-fyi-if you are a spiritual person then you would know that. This site in itself is a portal for healing and renewing. This site was done out of love for all living things, spirituality and cosmology straight from the bosom of Ore yeye Osun! If a man/woman is dealing with a specific illness/disease of spirit etc then by all means they will seek out specific ways of treatment….No?. It is not for the Babalawo/Iyanifa to arbitrarily dole out “rites” for healing without consultation….as this can be a very dangerous and insensitive thing to do. Therefore, Before typing off the cuff know process and pattern as there can be no solution/healing without order first…..Just by your cadence I can tell you are hurting from something…are you looking for a solution? If so, then there is a link up top for you to email Obara Meji…..>Ase Wau……Sincerely Omo Oya9

Asantewaa of Nyandarura
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Asantewaa of Nyandarura

As a priest you have got to offer healing. some rite that people with pain can do, rather than just focus on it and talk about it (that can be done with wendy or oprah). I challenge you to distinguish yourself as a carrier of Ase by releasing the endless ability of the female to heal herself and and her world. Make the cooler just by being present. Or else, what is your value?

Asantewaa of Nyandarura

Obara Meji
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Obara Meji

Thank you so much for your comments my dear. However, no one is allowed to challenge me besides God and the spirits. Dr. Phil, Wendy, and Oprah have a forum to voice their opinons and this is the place to voice mine. You have no right to challenge me. As for the duties of a priest there are many definitions of the word priest and many people believe they know the duties of a priest.May you have much blessings in your life and I appreciate you viewing my site.

sharlenerose
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sharlenerose

OBARA oh my god…me know dem pregant trial and tribulation at a young age me did have one aunty deh…real con artist and she give me a dose…u dun pregnant already so why dem a go lock u out…no sah

Maniac
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Maniac

Morning allllllll
Obara mi juss ah read di comments dem caw chue mi did bizi yessideh an unda a vibes…..mi si whey yuh sey di sins of di madda will fall on di 2nd and 3rd generation (mi did waan tawk to yuh bout dis to)…..ah Mondeh mi ah tawk to one ah mi Aunty – by mi fawda side, mi noe sey she an har pikni dem lub mi – an shi tell mi sey di Spriit reveal to har sey mi fi pray fi break fambily curse…..Mi did ah wawk goh cawna store an mi cum back an mi tink bout whey shi sey……

Nung dat mi reed yuh comments mi ah check back an mi ah pree di ting deep…..mi great granny (mi nuh noe whey dem use to do, an chuss mi, we as children naw goh noe dem wicked deeds, caw dem naw tawk) name is close to mine…..some ah mi fambily membas dem still call mi fi har name up to tiddeh day……Whey mi waan fi noe is dis Obara, is it possible dat dis hav ennyting fi do wid how mi life set? Cawse bwoy, mi noe mi mizzarebble sometime enuh, but fi di moas part, mi noe mi nuh wicked an more time mi ask fawda God ‘why me’

Rayne888
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Rayne888

Welcome caesar9. And thank you for sharing.

Maniac
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Maniac

An all wen yuh ah try fi avoid di heathen dem, dem still ah come laaf up inna yuh face like……(inna mi Sharlene voice) HELLOOOOOOOO……Whey yuh really tink, mi done pree yuh LONG TIME an si sey yuh nuh good!!!!!

Maniac
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Maniac

Some ah dem chue dem help yuh howt dem feel like dem fi use an abuse yuh….but Karma is a BITCH!!!! Naw wish nuh bad fi dem an mi wii feed dem sed way but dem fi noe dis……JUST STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!!! Not because I don’t call you out on your hypocrisy, don’t mean I’m stupid…..Juss Low mi!!!!

Rayne888
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Rayne888

Evening all.

Maniac
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Maniac

Helloooooo
Sorry peeps mi did ah deal wid dem sed kine ah fambily memba yah….but mi cyaan do nuh betta yah nung, soh ah juss so di ting set

Caesar9
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Caesar9

Damn dat did touching Obara fi real! Ah tings wi guh trew as ancient souls trodding this Earth….you ARE strong fi di tings dem weh yu endure, trust me! My prayers are with you, stay firm!!!

Caesar9
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Caesar9

just fi get mi outta mi madda house! VANITY! di ooman all tell mi seh she ah pray fi mi! an yu know seh mi not even did care bout di house…….mi did vex wen mi madda cum visit mi an tell mi seh she dead. cah mi did waan fi mek it back ah street fi look in har yeye dem an tell har how wicked she really is; den show har all di statement dem weh she mek inna black an white! she dead fram pancreatic cancer, one of di worst cancer dem. mi bex just ah talk bout it now!!

sharlenerose
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sharlenerose

me no like family…pon mi father side…them great

Caesar9
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Caesar9

well mi sweet aunty dead aredy star; but you must know seh mi neva noe she do mi dat until afta mi conviction an mi ah fight mi case; when you ah appeal yu case dem haffi sen yu all ah di transcript an document an all dem ting deh……is wen mi ah guh trew all dem paper works mi see all har statement dem, all ah @#%&* long she was di confidential witness gainst me…….yo mi Obara mi dear people cowl star, mi ah tell yu man!!

sharlenerose
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sharlenerose

no sah obara…fi u daddy a de greatest…trust me

sharlenerose
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sharlenerose

a true cesar…u aunty a witch…call fi de coffin mek we bury her now…old wicked

Caesar9
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Caesar9

Now! i greet all of you with di Universal greetings of Hotep!!! thats peace in ancient kemet(the land of the black). But i also send you all LOVE, RESPECT, and NUFF BLESSING!!! May all of your intentions be solid and firm as the tree that planteth inna MOMMA EARTH!!! Obara GOD BLESS YOU!!

ok! now! why unnu ah harras mi bout…all yu sharlenerose bout man fraid an all dem ting deh; mine eno!

big an serious, mi love di topic an di reason’n……I an I as ancient african people fi build back wi roots an dem ting deh; cah ah bare destruction ah gwan an wi culture ah disappear likkle likkle….unnu nuh see dat?

anyway mi Aunty gi police certain information bout mi which lead to my arrest an conviction!! NO! i was not a saint, but mi neva eva eva disrespect mi family! my aunty cum fram jamaica an ah live inna mi madda house an wen my madda move an buy ah house inna florida she lef mi an mi aunty(which is har sista) inna di house ah brooklyn. jesus! fram mi madda lef, hell an poorhouse! di ooman start change, an mi so fool-fool an naive back den, mi couldn’ see seh she waan mi outta di house suh she can hab it fi harself, rawtid! evry day she did just miserable wid mi, an mi neva know why! di ooman mek har daughta babyfada carry gun inna di house an know seh ‘im inna dem tings deh……..one day wen tings kick off wid di youth an har daughta, she call police an seh ME! (POOR ME!) have gun inna di house an ah sell drugs outta di house. Di youth run wey an dem arrest mi fi four guns weh did inna di house!!!! Now unnu tell me if mi nuh have di best aunty inna di world!!!

Maniac
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Maniac

Ok Ceasar mi lub….ok dear mi undastan

Maniac
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Maniac

CAESARRRRRRRRR
Welcomeeeeeeeeee!!!! Join di mad kru

Caesar9
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Caesar9

ok ok mi deh ya man………unnu tek time nuh man, how unnu so excited suh? now unnu mus memba seh mi is not very computa literate; so sum time if mi nuh respond quick is jus true mi cyaan too wuk dis blastid comupta ya…..aright?!

sharlenerose
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sharlenerose

cesar look him ketch him fraid and gone…like him a really one a we…mad

sharlenerose
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sharlenerose

cesar whe u run gawn

sharlenerose
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sharlenerose

hello cesar…welcome…u right we mad…dem sane…but me a stay far from dem…me so mad me no want it rub off…or fi dem saneness rub off pon me…den a who tell dat di vicious lie whe give u 7 years…do tell

Caesar9
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Caesar9

well mi feel seh di ‘ole ah unnu ah mad people, bout family wicked….family NICE man, nice as can be! is wah unnu woulda do widout yu family, eehh?! My family so nice dat mi spend seven years ah mi life ah prison becah tings weh she tell di police seh mi do! Mi? Family? mi nuh waan fi hab nuting fi do wid dem!!! Hello everybody mi name is Caesar, and I’m happy to join you all on this site. I was brought on by Obara……hello mi dear! I’m finally here!

sharlenerose
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sharlenerose

all when de gal dead…she still a fuck up my life…

sharlenerose
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sharlenerose

yeah trust me dem fake…dem fi go whe…virgin me do like you…me alone inna de state whe me inna and de rest a dem pack up one place…fucker dem

Maniac
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Maniac

Exactly Virgin…..Its just that sometimes no matter how hard you try, dem always push demself up inna yuh face

Wasavirgin
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Wasavirgin

just tek whey me self!!

Wasavirgin
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Wasavirgin

I’ve had my share of them, now me whey me self!!!

Rayne888
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Rayne888

That’s not even right what happened to you both Obara and Sharlene. Maniac I feel your pain and anger as well.

sharlenerose
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sharlenerose

madder than me you couldnt find

sharlenerose
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sharlenerose

mi say my sister even though we never grow together…one time after i just had the premature baby…lost my job, needed some help with my rent…call her and borrow 200 dollar…she tell me she have to think about it and turn around tell everybody mi call and beg her

Maniac
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Maniac

Embracers mi nah lie, when strangers and my enemies betray me, I shrug it off; because if its one thing I have learnt in my time here on earth is that people are and will always be people. So for the most part, I will vent for couple minutes and then THAT’S IT!!!! I’m done…..When my ‘friends’ and family betray me and try to treat me as less of a person than I am, that shyt HURTS like crazy….is like mi cyaan get it outta mi system; yes I forgive them, but I never forget and its even worse when you are not in a position to stay as far as the east is from the west away from them

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