Ibebe
Round marblelike structures
Craftily aligned on wearer's waist
Boasts loudly in the manner of silence
Of Mother's amaranthine intelligence
Ibèbè, magic or science?
Ibèbè, the magic of science
Soother of the pain cursed
On the woman's seeds
Orbs powerful of exhibiting
An infinite range of colours
Bestow beauty on bodies.
The awe of Mother's and God's creation.
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