For Labake - as always dont banter with these maidens, dont be caught up in their rows, dont pay heed to their pungent anger, dont mind their chronicles of jealous tales, but if they ever doubt my love for you, tell them my parting words, tell them the words I chanted before I went exiled into your land of unwavering love, tell them the words I spoke to you with trembling truthful lips, tell them how I empty the waters from my competitors creeks, tell them how you tame my imperial and boastful heart, tell them how I worshipped you tolerantly along the bank of Oguns river, tell them my love of inestimable value. if they wont believe you then tell them that I, Akanji is a willing slave in the palace of your heart, tell them that I sleep and wake with three words breathing from my lips ever constant like the two seasons, oh! those three lovely words - I love you. if they still wont believe you, leave them to stew in their mad jealousy, come, come into my waiting hands, come let me sing for you songs that are pleasing to your soul, come my love, come into my heart. ....... Oriogun
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 08:39:42 +0000
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