A Damsel From Ezionum

A Damsel From Ezionum

At sunset in olile beside
the old court house,
i saw a girl, a damsel.
I swear i wish to meet her again

When i notice her appearance,
i recline on the old
court house, appearing larger
than i ought to be.

I was dressed in the usual
city boy but this damsel did not care.
Her colleague knavishly gave me a second look
but she kept her focus straight.

She gracefully walked passed me
and in her left hand was a cutlass
i guess she was returning from farm.
I swear i wish to meet her again

Although she walked bared footed
holding her sandal in her right hand,
her nonchalant attitude has penerated
my crazy mind.

She was like a girl with a mated hair,
her lips were not painted like the
usual city girl. I swear, i crave to meet
here again.

Her name, her name i do not know.
If you know her in Ezionum,
please tell her, she's in my
dream like forever

poem by yinefai

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MY VILLAGE EZIONUM

My village is the haven of the monkey gods

uniting the twelve brotherhood

springing from three root

Ezionum.

My village is spread on white sand 

with strengthened hands

ready to farm on a fruitful ground

Ezionum.

My village of many festival,

bringing it sons and 

daughters from afar.

Ezionum.

My village is like a graveyard at noon

and every noisy at eve.

The night is filled with sparkles of fire

Ezionum.

My village is known for her

undying traditions, songs of soul

and graceful dance. 

Ezionum.

Hidden within a

remote part of africa.

My root, My village

Ezionum.

Poem by enebeli prada

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