ADUKE
eni bi eni.
Many wonder if she is black
like the back of Ṣẹ̀gílọlá's brass pot
Some ask if she is yellow
like the gentle evening sun of Oba Isin
Others opine that she is the exact color
of Lámorín's desires
And the uncertainty that fuels Làkásègbé's discontent


ADUKE
eji bi eji.
Some say she could be muse,
buried beneath the soil of broken poems
Awaiting the sour rain from a lover's eyes
to help it sprout
Others believe her to be a song;
"Imole...mi"
Of the faithful shadow that lingers
Even when the night is come

ADUKE
eta n`tagba.
Let me learn to wait like Ìrọ́kọ́ Olúwéré
Let me cloak my knowledge with silence like Ifá
Let me refrain from humming the songs of Àjàntíèlè
Perhaps this love tale would share the likeness of Elẹ́yèlé.

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My daughter's name is Aduke
It's a very beautiful poem and it describes her beauty and elegance perfectly.
God bless you for this.

anuofGod:
Awwn, this is beautiful
My daughter's name is Aduke
It's a very beautiful poem and it describes her beauty and elegance perfectly.
God bless you for this.

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