A stillborn, too early it came, lived for a number of beautiful days, then like a candle fallen in water its flame goes out, but not this time.
This time, it has power and a
voice of its own, see how it speaks for itself. Pulling me to you and
despite my strength, I fight not.
Ebuka, my love for you, is still
fresh like palm wine. Taste of
it, before it goes sour, reciprocate
it, before someone else claims it.
It is not an ephemeral feeling
It will last as long as the moon
and earth. Let the gate open and spread wide like wings of a bird.
Let it spread wide enough, that
this love may find its home in it.
It is pure, transparent and not
a bit gloom has her place in it.
Ebuka, open your beautiful eyes
rid it of all dust and dancing, glue
it to mine, and only then will this
ovel I feel for you be yours.