@Seer07
Letter To My Village Lover Àníké mi; Amidst these showers and mist I sit and scribble with my pen How my feelings of love for you evolved, Àníké, So powerful like the raging sea. Òréke léwà omoge; I was blown from the rocky hills of Adó-Èkìtì To the great riverside of Òsogbo There I saw you sitting by the stream Similitude like that of Yèyé- goddess of beauty. Your bosom, so succu-filled of future Your slender waist whistled down to ur hips Beautifully sculpted like a vessel from a raw clay. Your foot, gloriously set for Bàtá dance. Adumáadán; Let us begin a love story Together lábé igi Òrōnbó Where the birds shall give us rhythms To our love songs filled with rhymes Briskly, let us dance at Órítaméta With your Shùkú, even to the neighbouring village, alápata. Let us ride on the wings of our heritage And showcase the beauty of our culture With the beauty symbol on your cheek. Téminikan; My pot has been starved of Obè Ègúsí Come over, let's prepare Íyán féléfélé Let's teach our daughter how to make Èfó rírò And our son, how to respect their elders Ayé mi; Let us last till Sight shall be weak to see beauty And beauty, no longer pleasing to the sight Together on our dying bed, As we await an alteration to immortality.
