An Ode To Awelewa Poem by Olufayo Ezekiel

An Ode To Awelewa



None of these years I came,
Were the tender tunes of Omidan festival as high as this.

None of my net-like glimpses of old,
Has caught a big fish like this.

Out of the flood of rolling waists,
And the dancing soles of maidens,
Awelewa, the beauty pageant has caught my brows.

Beautiful, like the morning sun,
Shining, like the night stars,
Pretty, like the peacock.

Legendary, like the Egyptian tomb,
Blessing, like The Nile, The Niger and The Serengeti to farmers,
Appealing, like the Gold-coast to the eyes.
Charming, like a nectar to butterflies.

The cowries of the herbalist aid her bangles,
To unlock the heavens.

Truly! The gods and spirits of Omidan are here in flesh,
Here in me, and out there in her,
Like the ancestors dinning and dancing with us.

The beauty of her blackness transcends the mermaid,
Making me quiver softly in heart.
Her sweet soft lips project voices that amuse the ears.

The golds on her neck are sacred gifts from gods,
With are long hairs sleeping gently on her back,
The beads on her waist,
Are sounding to the heart beat of mine.

Heart in heart,
Eyes on eyes,
Life for life.

Truly! the gods and spirits of Omidan have rained blessings on me,
As Awelewa, the beautiful goddess joins my life in myth.

Saturday, February 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Africa
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Olufayo Ezekiel

Olufayo Ezekiel

Akure, Ondo state of Nigeria
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