A TALE OF MERGED HEARTS by Benson David and Justice Gift Ogochukwu. Nmilinma: When shall the motherly moon smile again on us? - her children wrapped in the cocoon of our dreamy world, Sitting side by side on that great stone by the path to Ezi As we hold time captive between our eyes... O those bold black eyes that tickle my whole being! Kindling my shamelessly yielding body on fire in silent ecstasy. Ijeagha, dimkpa nwoke, why does night delay to fall today? Ijeagha: Why shall the motherly moon smile again on us, when your eyes reveal her flaws and age? Let your smile light the sky as it illumes my heart. My heart will beat for you with vigour, the udu, When the evening breeze starts to play the oja by the path to Ezi. Nmilinma, your beauty ripples the stream of my heart. My eyes are green in envy when my heart draws you. How long will it take dusk to arrive? Nmilinma: Ijeagha - How my heart leaps at that manly name. I hear the trees whisper it among themselves. Thoughts of you caressing my lips into tender smiles Even as I walk the path to Nyiala stream, Humming and swinging my hips in rhythm to that song maidens sing About your wrestling prowess in the seven clans and beyond. Shall I wait the moon fore I whisper that name again to soothe my soul? Ijeagha: The syllables of your name murmur like Nyiala stream. Oh! Nyiala calls her own, Nmilinma, the beautiful stream. Igba mgba has taken me across seven clans Im yet to find one whose name tells of her beauty like yours. Ikuke has tales that your oscillating hips is an eye-trap as you walk down any path. How long shall we wait to see the moon naked? How long shall it take her to undress? ...to be continued.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 06:52:22 +0000
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