Linda-Marie and Happy Woman

Yesterday's loud welcome Dance of the night. Linda-Marie's dot pens Celebrate the happy woman and the love lair Spicing the world. But not just happy woman The ribful happy man too Whose rib gladened And brought her forth To rule and relish Since Edem times. Happy woman, happy woman Happy as vessel of honour By whom we all came here Happier for spicing the man And blosoming the world All by his precious glue. The one sitted high above Gave to us the grove Long. Short White. Black Red. Yellow. Purple Purpose dovetailed by Him. Short arm. Longer arm Crouching in firmness Bending over, long siding Caging things, climbing or falling In proper cool or hot always Whether in extreme urgency or not. With only shadows on the walls Tellling their presence at times And muted belches or gaspings Melting at diverse points To start all over if there is iron Here in Africa, we know it well. No template of half measures Works here in the savannahs Come away then to Africa Where nature binds and bids Come and have your fill The happy woman is an African