The barren also cry
Perhaps, you never see one
To ask what it means for a
Tree to bear no fruit.
Give her; she would eat the pungent concoction your mind would keep at arm’s length.
But she would eat, cos she wants hers to repose on her soft, warm back
Show her, she would climb
Cos she wants to give hers motherlike embraces.
Tell her to bathe in those rivers,
She would, cos she wants to have a say…
By dint of fortune, many children hover around you
Don’t be astounded when she danced before Orisha.
She is not her usual self
But when you find one, tell her
Tell her, her joy shall come.
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