Beads round her waist
Sounds of flesh and ceramic
Remains the fuse
Of juju and Afrobeat
The drum is tapped
In slow rhythm
The egogo is struck
In quick vibration
She wears a red regal
With immaculate hanky
She swirls the air
Thunder goes up
In sound
She dance before
The calabash with bead
Sending a rhythm of trio
She walks to me
Sending a smile
She raises her strength
Till flings of beads
Erupt striking her waist
As it swirls like a potters-wheel
She is a beauty
Omose gbe
Her skin glow
Like the sun on gold
Her teeth is pure
Like the water through a rock
Her chest is covered
like corn behind it’s cloth
Her face is curved
Like those statue
Sculpt by Ojogun
Lare uvbinekhi
Lare – to stay beside
Till your waist rhythm
Replaces my heartbeat
Come today
And tell me the truth
Of the mystery of the bead
Does it build your waist
Into heaps of hips?
Or it charms me?
Till i hallucinate
Of you and me
In nakedness and love making
Beauty and the Edo’s
Is same as the heart and love.
