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.