Calabar

Calabar, my birth place of adventure The ebb of motherhood There i originated In your tropical forest was my image carved Calabar, your beauty is taller than the palm trees Your dogs barks in the gravels of my mouth Your palm wine lubricate In the shadow of your women i soar A memory of the legend Your hills are never ills You valleys float with vigor In your calabash i abode In the wombs of your snails i snore In the shadow of your snow is an ice for the Eskimo Your Street like Eden Calabar, a virgin Your rivers speaks many languages Calabar, my home.