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The tortoise has began To sniff aloud impatiently, Causing the *** full of Palm-wine to burst into flames, But the bat can only Think of himself as a bird, Let the yam tendril Grow rapidly in this season, For this matey idea Engenders glowing nightmares, Now know this, The sacrifices of palm-wine Cannot be substituted with water, For your departure has caused Me to sleep with the magic owl, Oh yes, hear the sparrow Singing your conventional song, Listen dear, listen! Listen and quicken the precious Beads on your convex hips, So that my heavy heart Can behold her boisterousness, Even though good beads Do not speak in public, Indeed, the machete has Fallen on the wrong victim, For I left the chicken undisguised, And the ravenous hawk Took an instinctive care of it, ***** dear, ***** ***** all your pain Into the thirsty calabash, For I have evinced A strong desire to be Reconciled with your love, So, let our imperturbable love Unfold as the implacable day unfolds, Obaahemaa Nyarkowaa, The mother of my heart, Please forgive my dumb insolence, For I acted out of love. © PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI Email: [email protected]
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 6:46 AM UTC
THE IRONY OF LOVE
The tortoise has began To sniff aloud impatiently, Causing the *** full of Palm-wine to burst into flames, But the bat can only Think of himself as a bird, Let the yam tendril Grow rapidly in this season, For this matey idea Engenders glowing nightmares, Now know this, The sacrifices of palm-wine Cannot be substituted with water, For your departure has caused Me to sleep with the magic owl, Oh yes, hear the sparrow Singing your conventional song, Listen dear, listen! Listen and quicken the precious Beads on your convex hips, So that my heavy heart Can behold her boisterousness, Even though good beads Do not speak in public, Indeed, the machete has Fallen on the wrong victim, For I left the chicken undisguised, And the ravenous hawk Took an instinctive care of it, ***** dear, ***** ***** all your pain Into the thirsty calabash, For I have evinced A strong desire to be Reconciled with your love, So, let our imperturbable love Unfold as the implacable day unfolds, Obaahemaa Nyarkowaa, The mother of my heart, Please forgive my dumb insolence, For I acted out of love. © PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI Email: [email protected]
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 6:46 AM UTC
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