That night, that perfect night

In our tiny village square

When my heartbeat contracted

My palms felt clammy

And my senses went mute


Haaaa!…. Aduke, Omo Balogun

Orekelewa..arewa… Ife mi

Her eyes, like rubies from the

caves of the great beyond

Her voice, a symphony that melts

the hottest of tempers..


I am lost like I have never been

In the radiance of her beauty

In the bowels of warmth & bliss

In a miasma of colours & pictures


That night, in the subtlety of her grace

Her shadow held me transfixed as I cried

tears of joy, marvelling at God’s creation..

Haa! Aduke, Aduke mi, temi nikan


I am that drummer boy that sings your

Oriki with the birds at the stream

That boy in rags without cowries to give…

But I will sing of your worth, paint pictures

of your beauty, & love you like no other..

Aduke, none other, but you..

I smell good use of simile ....imagery....comparison

Thanks!

nice use of imagery in a local setting. superb effort cous