The fragile damsel I love;
Noble than a thousand soil.
Motivation that bids me move;
For your comfort I have toil.
Those eye of the village beauty,
Softer than any in my dream.
Smile that melts the hardest heart,
Was lost to an hunter in a stream.
Have spent years planning for us,
Striving, fighting, toiling so much.
To bring you into this home of affluence,
Where no hardship to your happiness may influence.
I am the greatest farmer from Agbo clan,
I have barns of yam than any man ever can.
With an aluminum roof over my head,
Just to win your heart my lady best.
Now I sorrow, who can comfort?
When my lady was lost to an hunter.
Oh! my heart is broken, teeth I gnash,
As next Eke she is married to the monster.
I will live my life alone,
Nay! I can’t love another.
What could she have seen in an hunter?
That made her forgot my barns of yam.
Anthony Faith Chechem