I WANT TO TELL OF A WOMAN BY WINLADE

I WANT TO TELL OF A WOMAN
Owólabí:
My ink shall proclaim a woman
Wise in strength and beautiful in walking
Her dangling step in the market square
Set heart of many on fire
That the ashes is expected by their soul
To be cleared by her lovely smile
That drag senses of men to captivity
ÈRÒ OJÀ:
Who is that being that carries womb
Who made hearts to faint and feet to drag?
Let us know the pathway to her door
And find the mercy of the being siring her
OWÓLABÍ:
The pathway to her door is rough
Thunderous is the anger of her father to her suitors
For he considers no man god enough
To deserve his goddess
ÈRÒ OJÀ:
Has her sage the plan to defile her?
Let your index point us her door and we shall dash in
One in, one out until the turn of the most lucky
And he shall consume her ripe fruit
OWÓLABÍ:
Her fruit is not ripe for common wanderers
She is a goddess in search of a god of star
Who twinkles in the darkness of the sky
Who will climb the air and fetch the air she needs
To breathe in love
ÉRÒ OJÀ:
If we, in our unfortunate state can't fly up to the space
And bring a bottle full of lovely air
Gbénró surely can gather our strength and fly
For us all to consume with oneness her ripe fruit
OWÓLABÍ:
Gather your strength and send him off
And when he returns you shall feed on Oníranù
Feasting on gossips at the market square
I have my woman, Olori for myself!
I journeyed on seven elephants
Backed on the wings of twenty and one eagles just to find her door
Her father welcome me with full cup of rage
Sent me off with a bag of laughter
For he found me worthy to be her god

ÈRÒ OJÀ:
Why have you casted heat of sorrow over us
We want what you have
And want to share what you have
But you won't share what you have
OWÓLABÍ:
Go your way and spread the gospel
I have found my queen
My pen can't but tell of my hurdles
Of how I crept into her kingdom
Got the key to her heart and access the heart
Now, go your way and die with your desire
In the midst of silence where lips are shut