ASAKE

ASAKE
(poem)

Asake,
The young maiden of my village
The mirror of every guy
The one which every mother wish to have in family

Not only her beauty nor her front spacious teeth that defined her
Nor her sumptuous buttocks moving sides by sides
Nor her eyes that lead path
But also her smile
Like a flame piercing the shadows

Asake,
The magic source of inspiration
During our 'ayo-olopon' game
The only one whose appearance thickens our saliva
Whenever she passes by

Come to the river in the evening
come and hear the beautiful melodies of the birds
Come and see the tickled face of the river
Whenever she bends to fetch

Come to palace
Come and witness our statue king
When she bowed to greet
Causing his mouth to pump out foaming liquids

In the evening
her house is Bethlehem
Whenever the hunters and farmers arrive to pay their tithes
Childishly anticipating for a day to be crowned

In the morning,
Come see our talented youths
Trading the wee hours of their day through songs
Just to capture her natural look

Asake,
The beauty of the beautiful ones
The young virgin maiden in my village
whose disturbed waist beads
Send a cold shrill
Down our manly spine