ODE ' DAUGHTER OF RAMOGI '

Should you see my Akelo,

daughter of the hills of Ramogi,

Nyar Yimbo of great Owuor Kembo.

The torrent from Akoko's Source,

whose bud has tasted no knife,

my pearl, the only belle of my life.

Tell her to seal and gourd our pot,

I will drink from it when she is ripe.

Should you set eyes on a beautiful girl?

With fine and dark skin like espresso,

whose splendid figure resembles a wasp,

her neck slender like a bottle of whiskey,

who makes men turn heads to watch her gait,

as she saunters down the isle of Alego,

look no more, that's my sweet love Akelo.

If you ever talk to my Akelo,

look straight into her shady brown eyes,

she lives in the surface of the ice in their iris,

tell her I miss the smoky smell of her clothes,

I yearn for her talk flavoured with epigram.

If she asks why I haven't come to see her parents

remind her that I am the living legend,

the great Okonkwo of Gusii Highlands,

who once killed a drunk lion with bare hands,

I will pay her dowry without bargaining.

POET THE MIRROR.

2020.

The poet personae praises a woman of a glorious lands. He tells how worthy she is in physique, character and command. He says he is working to meet the match of her price.