A Song Of Beauty Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

If it were to be in the time of Adan Wade of Great Tiv land
I could have steal you from the palace
lift you up my shoulder high
race with you at the dawn of twilight to my Father's compound

If it were to be in the time of Okojokwu my granny
I could have wrestle great Heroes
dance Ogrenya to bring you home
with the escort of trumpeters
drunk to stupor in pool of sweet palmwine
extracted from Odokpo land of warriors

Accompanied with traditional kola nut
imported from Oyo empire
and red palm oil pressed from Imo dynasty
Assorted tubers of yam trucked from Nasarawa Eggon
and fufu baked from Ogoni of Sarowiwa

These will I do to celebrate your beauty my love
Hallow in your attire of Princess Hot
Here I come in pledge of matrimony
Idoma at sunrise is proud to welcome you home
Her infants yarn to hear your sooty angelic voice
your echo is submerge my soul like the submarine
Your beauty is beyond compare,
your flaming lux hair
your ivory skin is a gift at birth
Idobe long to welcome you home
Ameju love the crimsons of thy beauty
In it resurrect blissful joy of youth