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

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