By Taiwo Adetimole and Ajise Vincent
Wuraola, bones of my bones,
you whose beauty never fades
for at your pose men stare involuntarily.
Can you imagine your beauty is the gossip at the town square?
My sweetheart, a dove amongst vultures,
a lily among thorns.
Thy smile not thy frown I want to see.
Wuraola, did I offend you again?
Okiki, the finest of the Orchard.
my heart beats heavily.
Who has enchanted you with the fragrance of her perfume?
I'm dancing in fear.
My darling bride, your cheeks are matched loveliness.
Wuraola, my heartbeat,
none as enchanted me and none can.
How fragrant your cologne.
Look! I leaped upon hills,
ran through vineyards to be here.
Okiki, Prove thy Love, take me with you.
Seal me in your heart with permanent betrothal.
Wuraola, How delightful I am,
surrendering my ears to your voice.
My heart lies in wait for you,
but life's pestilence has drilled holes in my pocket.