Prayers For A Bride Poem by Prince Rodoki

May your children be born males well fit
Or females sweetest life won't drift;
Your palms coated with camwood
Nurse them on to adulthood.

A bride of pride and price
With water on her hoisted feet
Drip, drip, drip....
Step on in!
Walk not, gallivant!
Potential mother of virtues;
Golden tears molesting her fears
Drip, drip, drip....

The rites are almost done
And when the night is also gone
There are new mortars and goats in blood;
Blood blood, blood from blood;
Dripping drip drip...
Oils drip from morsels,
Wine drips at stupor(laughs) .

So may your nights under his roof
Be glamour days unfettered,
May there be space for him
And spices when he longs for home,
May there be true tears for him
If it be that he roams,
May life be kind and love be true,
May the rain of the Almighty
Drench you in its prospering orbs
Drip, drip, drip....

May your children be grand males well fit
And more males cruel life won't drift;
Those palms buried in camwood
Shall nurse them all into manhood.