Naked Sin
Ignorance is the night of the mind,
It is a night without moon and star.
Everything has its beauty but not
Everyone can see the beauty thereoff,
Men' nature are alike, it is their habits
That carry them far apart from who they are.
The kettle has abandoned me in the dark Night,
The pot sees my fault and back off from me.
I am only a lonely woman with no body,
Who could believe I was abandoned for my own mistake?
Who could understand that my dirtness chased my husband away from the homestead?
Now, he is in the arms of another woman,
A woman whose body is as white as the snow,
Who has no blemish nor an unpleasant aroma under her armpit;
If you see my husband in the field the elders,
Tell. Him to come home because I have changed.
Tell him that Erinma has taken a new leaf,
I have studied my past to define my future.
What the superior man seek is in himself but
What the small man seek is in others,
Tell him to come home I have changed.
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