Calabar

Clean, green, and grassy Goddesses in the streets Atmosphere lost in lust Tourists appetite satisfied by the goddesses An army of palm-wine cascading from the Duke's town The resurrection of Honesty at the scent of palm wine Peacocks full of pride, a symbol of the efiks Silent as we descended from the devil's bow Ranch ranting Girls trading Boys smoking Snails snoring Angels in the brothels Trees trimming Devils in the church Yes, a holy a combination Yes, this is Calabar awoh awoh