My dear friends,
it seems like yesterday, when
I was born, then weaned, and taught.
My father, strong like a rock,
and mother, sweet like a dove.
Home was where they were.
But today we part, my life for another’s.
I’m no longer the girl clutching to mother’s bosom.
The moonlight tales have become a dying day,
as the good days of adolescence, slip away.
With the splashing at the riverside
as the calabashes drink,
with our clothes covering our breasts
and the depths of our sealed innocence,
the sunlight of youth could not set,
but the heart beats a different rhythm.
Had I known about the trickery of love,
in taking away such sweet spirited years
I would have said, “No!”
But his smiles crept into my veins,
and roused my spirit.
His sweet words rippled,
and love surfaced.
My eyes are wet with tears,
my ears and neck, now golden
and my body, embroidered.
Today I fulfil mother’s dream,
to step in as a girl and emerge, a woman.