Titi

Titi
Ure ever beautiful
like the sun
like the flowers bloom
like the gush of waters from many fountains formed
like lilies in the land of smiles and tranquillity
jewellery adorns your natural adornments
make up oppressed by the beauty of your
dark skin
your beaming eyes of magnetism
your fragile hands
your tender skin


Ure ever beautiful like
the Nubian princess
at the streams
With you neck exposed and regal

Ure the beauty
Of pyramids
The lush landscape of Babylon
The wealth of Solomon
The breath of Zanzibar
The kiss of Niger River
The breasts of peaks of Idanre
The voice of Yemoja



You are the Orisa
I worship secretly
Secreting flames of heartfelt love
Burning incense of desire
Make sacrifices at the table cloth of inadequacy
Moaning at imagined fantasy

You are the obi
I gnaw at
In the morning
You are my Obi that
Tightens my heart in a strong grip
And release in a strange lease.
You are the mischief of Esu Odara
With the swagger of Yeye Osun
You are the tender leaves of Ife and the rain forest

You are a woman for the rich man
Not a poet like me
Not a poet sonofabirch