ÉJÀMÈ When I grief, Éjàmè is my relief, Others seek my disgrace; Éjàmè my…

ÉJÀMÈ
When I grief,
Éjàmè is my relief,
Others seek my disgrace;
Éjàmè my blessing to grace,
Black birds sees me a deceive,
Éjàmè alone doth me believe.
When I dance,
Éjàmè is my guidance,
My ink withheld not flow,
But in-love our body glow.
Her eyes like a burning cloud,
Her cry in-love as thunder so loud.
A man in farm for a need,
Must root-out some weed.
Love is a race,
We all need some grace,
When I saw Éjàmè,
My tears went into flame,
Like a burning tears to blame.
~ Prince Ojoka