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Updated on October 2, 2010

a praise poem


Your three letter word name is melancholic

As the song of the nightingale which sings of the eternal beauty of nature

Your name is a name behind the moon far from  the verbal

Carbonmonoxide of men capable of depleting it

With their insincere affections

Eno, the chemistry of your swinging waist

Can pacify a tumultuous ocean

Like a Flash of lightning

Eyes wait expectantly for you to dance

Waiting to catch a glimpse of your lovely movement

Were I a King , then your place would have been in the palace

Where your dancing feet would announce my arrival

To a sea of subjects expecting to hear good judgements

Judgement can only proceed from a King that is saturated with gladness

I will make pendant with roses

Inscribe your name on it

And tell the world that this waist once


Teach me how to dance

Teach me how to pronounce your name

And see if your beautiful name will not

Retain its beauty in my mother’s dialect

Enoithowo, may you never dance

 the dance of shame

My eulogy for you I bring to an end


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      Olabode 7 years ago

      Reminds me of Senghor...the negritude poet who wrote NAETT.

      Be careful least u be labelled a chauvinist or rebuilding the legacies of Nice piece.

      Didnt know u appreciated things in skirts like this....

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      evansyah20 7 years ago from Lagos, Nigeria

      Ah! Another of my thoughts on a lady who happened to be in my unit during my service year. A good praise poem.