Four Market Days of Love

On Eke day at the stream

Your laps glow in the sun

Deep in the river I saw

A water goddess with clay pot

So I lost my heart.

On Orie day I saw you

At the bush path near the stream

So i gave you udala

That reminds of the fullness of your breast

At the sight of your face it fell down.

On Afor day I took you out

For the moonlight game

Where we showed the moon and stars

Our love story – by chance your covering fell

Seeing you bare was a gift.

So on Nkwo day – kolanut and palm-wine

Told your father my love

So this time – I was there

For you in smiles and you blush

At the four Market days of our love.

By Minstrel

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