TRIBUTE TO (NNEBUGOR)
I remember in not distant past,
When beads rained down my face,
In the solemnity of the night.
When the sun hid its eyes
From the face of the earth,
And the stars rose out of its cocoon
Spreading forth its dazzling light
Through the depth of darkness
I remember that day
When your sylph like figure,
Excited the cupidity of a starving man.
And your voice of exquisite music
Sent thrills through the misty air.
Stretching thin the airy mist,
Setting it into musical vibration.
You were like a hue of living fire
Spreading dews of love into the atmosphere,
Through that voice of delicately subdued cadence,
As if played on a magic flute.
Parrota, one smile, one glance from you sated me with fire
Like flame that illuminates the night
Stringing my lips ablaze with blood
As I watched your rich cluster of luxuriant hair,
Glide across your neck.
There and then I made of a solemn declaration of having you
Stuck tightly to me
For your beauty was that of an aerial vision
A vision I remember to this day
For on that day
Joy stroked my soul like never before
As I took you upon my shoulder
Despite the price I had pay