Warm hands of Asabi,
coiled around my neck,
exactly like the Boa Constrictor
at the forbidden forest of Lapojuda,
only that Asabi's love is not like Eve's.

Asabi, a goddess from Oya's clan,
crystal flow at heart like river Ahoyaya,
I drink of your spring daily, Asabi,
yet, I thirst more for your gentle tide of purity.

Asabi- ahgan, modest woman from Olodan,
you are Alkebulan's model for womanhood,
in memory of your death to breast cancer,
never were you an Abiku nor Emere,
like the Occult priest, Wingunfa, proclaimed.


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