by Cynthia Echeme

Created on: July 27, 2009   Last Updated: October 14, 2009

As Adanma makes her flight
Her bare feet kissing the floor
A blessing to the crude and raw sand

Behold the ikiribie beads at play!
Gently gracing her amorous ankles and hips.
The poor and fortunate sand cries, yes! yes!:
To her feather like gait;
To her cat walk steps;
A sweet romance to their starved rawness!

As Adanma makes her flight,
The sound of those hip adorning knick knacks,

Even to the deaf, a pleasing sound.
For the jigida beads dance round her happy hips.
The rhythm of her breasts a music award winner!

Her arms in flight, a cobweb's lightness
Her natural charm scorns the most refined beauty
For she speeds slowly,
Looking like some straying goddess
Dancing the drumming song of her heart
For her heart, her master sings:

Make your feet,
As swift as the eagle,
The speed of the light,
Away from this steaming soul!
Away from this wrong Romeo!
O, adorable Adanma!

For as she's quick to shower;
Dares the devil to drizzle;
And joyfully joins the river-bank;
Is he unhesitant to drown you!

Make now they feet
As swift as the eagle
The speed of the light
Away from this wooing hand!
Away form this fiendish friend!
O, adorable Adanma!

As Adanma makes her flight
A jet flight not turning back
Defiantly defying her prisoner's baits
What with the sugar -coated promises
For like the bird out of the cage,
She flies and flies and flies!
Her captor cries and cries and cries!
Her Romeo and hero in her delicate mind's eyes!

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