ADAMMA
Adamma!
your name in my mouth is like a kolanut in elders mouth,
Your voice reminds me of the great melodies of "Ikoro";
When it sounds: all ears are brought out
And all feet move in honour of our heroes.
Adamma!
Your kernel-oil skin mirrors the sun...
Making the moon wish it wasn't born.
You queen the city of beauty
Making other girls look filthy.
Adamma!
Because of you,gathering of men has become tales of moonlight;
Sounding your beauty like "ogene" from morning till night.
I will woo you like happy bees on honeyhives...
And for your sake,i can face warriors with thousand knives.
Adamma!
You look just like a palmwine that hasn't seen tomorrow...
And i know you're sweeter than kolanut:the honey of "Ezemmou".
The day you were born, the gods gathered for a feast...
Making it as blessed as new yam festival of the East.
Adamma!
I lost a rib the minute you were born;
Little wonder all about you turns me on.
I believed in destiny the day we met in Eke market...
You were like "Agbogor Njeje":the beauty of masquerades
(2018)