With admiration and enthusiasm,
he watches the maidens dancing,
just exactly to the tone of the drum beats.
Carrying his bible up on chest,
with his arms up folded on it.
His eyes caught by her dancing steps,
admiring her special dancing styles,
forgetting even his aim unaccomplished.
There lies some strength in her dance.
Many calls it ogbanamma dance,
b'cause they taught it's marine incarnet,
only just that it's a mere cultural dance,
many evils said to befall the dance.
Ozioma the ogbanamma dancer,
dancing really best to her co-dancers,
and emerge the seizer of the preacher's heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Africanized poetry....nice...i like this....