I will write about Adaku
The warrior woman
And her battles
In the matrimonial ring.
She is a beater beating beatables
Respect and reverence, aliens to her
Her mammoth size
Sing songs she dances.
Acrimonious yellings of her husband wake the people
As Imam to worshipers for morning prayer
When the man in him acts
The day before.
Neighbours avoid her paths
Landlord lowers voice in her presence
Passers-by take pleasure in watching
Season films she starred.
Mother-in- laws abandons her son
In a way strange to the blacks
She sealed her running mouth
The day Adaku shown her the pearl gate.
Adaku won her freedom
She becomes man whose say towered
Adaku is indeed a warrior to emulate
By women who do not fancy their womanhood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem