Ajoke

Ajoke ...... to my Ajoke, to your ajoke It was at oja ale I first saw you Your smile that day ajoke Robbed me of my timidity And I forgot of my reticence When I saw you at the river And caught how she made your face wet Until I saw your tender legs leave the stream I thought you were Yeye's first dughter In the rain yesterday I envied the little rain drops As they ran happily from your shuku Down To your heavenly bosom There's something about you ajoke Something special about you omo asake Not too delicate for a queen Yet not too daring for a princess Your feet ajoke They're not too tender to dance the bata dance Not too firm to kneel to the grey Agile enough to make the eyins bleed sweet oil Come to my home ajoke Come n teach my pots how to make good soup Let me taste our love From those morsels of affection Come and make my home And teach our daughters how to make efo riro Come and build our family And teach our sons how to prostrate Let's go to odo oba And let her envy our flowing love Follow me to the igbo ode And let's tell the iroko of our evergreen romance And when we're tired ajoke And my eyes too weak to see your wrinkled face When our grandkids play hide n seek in our ode I'd be holding your hand Oja ale- night market; Yeye- goddess of river; shuku: a style of hair plaiting by Yoruba women ; bata: a type of dance in Yoruba culture ; eyin: palm kernel ; efo riro: vegetable soup ; odo oba: Oba(a queen in Yoruba myths) river ; Igbo Ode : thick forest ; Iroko : evergreen tree in the tropical regions ; Ode: interior of huts