Achokwuko, Can I Call You My Love Again

Achokwuko!ancient tune sounded only when a joy so terrible,like
Can I call you my love again?the death of the hunter,is announced loudly in a quiet
After soothing my soul,mood,by the happy faces of the mourners.
With cauldrons of pain,Achokwuko!now you have walked the dusty road of
And giving me joyous sorrows, known only by theujiagbala,where the shortest time to return,is the
walkers of the night.thought of yesterday,
Achokwuko!I feel so strong, like a rotten wood infested by a
But you said our clock would tick foreverbarrack of termites
Now the blacksmith is dancing home with sevenI feel so much life, like the dying of a living animal
shillingsThe smiling of my face,
Seven shillings gotten from beating our clock into aCan only be surpassed by the wrinkles of the happy
plateAfrican slave.
And sold to the priestess of goddess of loveAchokwuko!
Achokwuko!i thought you were my sister,now allWhat strength your leaving has given me?
that's left is blistersblisters known only when theThe strength of a twenty year old lion,the stenght
scorpions sting lie on the soft flesh of a walkingof an ant carrying an iroko treethe strength of the
human,blisters left only when a blind bee mistakes akiwi bird dangling an elephant by its tail
human cheek for a red rose,blisters known when in.......so much strength like an old woman,carrying the
broad darkness,a friendly serpent kisses thesmall water of this large world in a small pot.
unfriendly foe in human legs.Achokwuko!
Achokwuko!How I boil with happiness,
Tell me this is a mirage,And fume with joy,
And the stopped carriage,When I smell the unhappy road to ujiagbala
Was only because of a fallen bandage,Knowing that the shortest time for your return
Achokwuko!this love was meant to be infallible,butWas the thought of yesterday.
now,the monkeys are dancing to an ancient tune,an