You must find Aduke
Awelewa of concrete soul
Bold, black
Beautiful from head to toe
In the hungry sun
That beats and burns
She surfaces and shines
I had to hide my face
Ajani, I pray you see
This princess of the sea
Aduke is the daughter of the forest
The queen of turbid wind
I love her, Ajani,
Talk to her for me, deliver my letter
I’m in the midst of hunting thoughts
That cause my nights to evade the reign of moons
Ajani, Awelewa should marry me,
Don’t you think so too?
Her legs are straight, the way she walks –
Stirs my tummy to pleasure
Tell Awelewa for me
Tell her I wait for a reply
Tell her of my shyness
Of my riches, fame and boldness
Tell of my love, lust
Tell of my name too
Tell Aduke, Awelewa
I want her to bear my child
Written by: Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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