He kills on the right and destroy on the left
He kills on the left and destroy on the right
He kills suddenly in the house and suddenly in the field
He kills the child with the iron which it plays
He kills in silence
He kills the thief and the owner of the stolen good
He kills the owner of the slave and the slave runs away
He kills the owner of the house and paints the hearth with his blood
He is the needle that pricks at both ends
He has water but he washes with blood
Yoruba Tribe
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