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This poem is for Awero my new bride, the pride of my elegant horse ride, your smile gives strength to the sun of my souls, your stares travels a million miles into the depth of my rigid heart that swore never to be revealed except it be to the most gorgeous daughter of yemoja the goddess of beauty, if admiration for your stunning beauty was a crime, I am willing to be guilty, I heard the tale of your birth, you were bathed in the rivers of total and well covered in the wrappers of gold, no wonder you are abutasolo the one who looks very beautiful in all atires, young maiden dance dance dance wiggle your subtle middle, give meaning to my simple riddle, I'm a man as elegant and proud like an eagle but for you AWERO I am feedle, in arrogance, my pride grumbles as it crumbles to the charm from the gazes of your ever attractive eyeballs...
Awero, look at this mighty bag made by ladeju from the skin of the leopard that I killed during my last hunt, aren't they amazing ? In them are the cowries I intend paying to your parents as a dowry, you are not like those city girls whose definition of love is in amassing possession and material stimulation, and I am not like Lapade that promiscuous son of chief owonikoko who has no time for paying dowries but sends young girls into early maternity and their parents into the insanity of penury, he boasts that he has toured the world, he says, let us play love the city way, i love you baby, I gat the looks, you've gat the boobs, I've gat the cash and you've gat the yansh so let us smash the calabash of decency and ride elegantly on the horse of shame... Oroburuku tohunterin... You are not like the modern girls journeying into the alien city of confusion, embracing the illusion and delusion branded as modernisation, you look splendid in this Kolese style made by the palm of your mother iya Awero making you the envy of the world, all the men in aiyetoro parade your father's compound spellbound to the mystery of your beauty, men journey faraway from ijebu, imeko, omuran, and osogbo to see the blessings of the sacred gods, men, young men, boys and half boys only have eyes for you AWERO... Aya mi let us confuse them with our love, let us give them sleepless nights as you carrase the hair in my beards, let us heighten their fantasy and make them sleep on the tenth of impossible that they built in their imagination as we sing aloud the beautiful bridal song that would be song the night we are joined together, the beautiful bridal song.