When I First Met my Aduke
The moon sits well tonight
It looks well fed and bright
And the night almost resembles the day...
Such a night it was when I first met my Aduke...
The moon sits well tonight
It looks well fed and bright
And the night almost resembles the day...
Such a night it was when I first met my Aduke...
Haaaa...
That was many, many years back
When most of you were still residents
At the other side of the world.
Aduke was the village beauty
In all the lands of karo ojire
I am yet to see one who dances better than her
She wriggles like a dancing cobra
Had you been born then and seen
The beads on my Aduke's waist
You would have marvelled if she were not born with them
Tales of Aduke's beauty spread like wild fires
Minstrels made songs of it
And suitors trooped to her father's house with yams and trinklets
But Aduke denied them the grace of her eyes...
Yes, back to that night...
Few of those who are left of my age group
May still remember the great wrestling contest
Where I threw Ajagbandi, the master wrestler...
He tried to lift me but I planted my feet firmly
On the hard soil
He grabbed me but I was a slippery fish
I looked up and saw Aduke looking
And I was strengthened
I pushed with a powerful force
Ajagbandi fell and he fell hard!
That night I won Aduke's love
She ran to me and held me in her arms
To the admiration of all
We danced together
And sneaked away to a nearby odan tree
It was under the odan tree that I first met her
She gave herself to me
And I tasted the sweetness of honey
Her black skin rubbed against mine
I heard her moaning softly in immeasurable pleasure
I never forgot that night.
Children, know it tonight that that frail old woman
That you now call mother
Sitting in that hut now
Was once the village's beauty
She is my Aduke
I bought the land where we first met
And built our house
Every night, I have sat under this same odan tree
At the exact spot where I met my Aduke
And whenever the moon shines brightly
I see a vivid re-enactment of that night
When I first met my Aduke.
Copyright Ubaji Isiaka Abubakar Eazy 2015
That was many, many years back
When most of you were still residents
At the other side of the world.
Aduke was the village beauty
In all the lands of karo ojire
I am yet to see one who dances better than her
She wriggles like a dancing cobra
Had you been born then and seen
The beads on my Aduke's waist
You would have marvelled if she were not born with them
Tales of Aduke's beauty spread like wild fires
Minstrels made songs of it
And suitors trooped to her father's house with yams and trinklets
But Aduke denied them the grace of her eyes...
Yes, back to that night...
Few of those who are left of my age group
May still remember the great wrestling contest
Where I threw Ajagbandi, the master wrestler...
He tried to lift me but I planted my feet firmly
On the hard soil
He grabbed me but I was a slippery fish
I looked up and saw Aduke looking
And I was strengthened
I pushed with a powerful force
Ajagbandi fell and he fell hard!
That night I won Aduke's love
She ran to me and held me in her arms
To the admiration of all
We danced together
And sneaked away to a nearby odan tree
It was under the odan tree that I first met her
She gave herself to me
And I tasted the sweetness of honey
Her black skin rubbed against mine
I heard her moaning softly in immeasurable pleasure
I never forgot that night.
Children, know it tonight that that frail old woman
That you now call mother
Sitting in that hut now
Was once the village's beauty
She is my Aduke
I bought the land where we first met
And built our house
Every night, I have sat under this same odan tree
At the exact spot where I met my Aduke
And whenever the moon shines brightly
I see a vivid re-enactment of that night
When I first met my Aduke.
Copyright Ubaji Isiaka Abubakar Eazy 2015
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