A letter from a mùmú to a mùmú
(Àlàbí lives in Ikole-Ekiti village and Àsàké
lives in Ikare-Akoko village)
Àsàké mi òwón,
My baby,
My honey,
The only sugar in my tea,
The only cockroach in my wardrobe,
The only mosquito in my room,
The only butter on my bread.
Without you,
I cannot sleep,
Without you,
I cannot eat,
Without you,
I cannot drink,
Because of you,
I can jump from a tall iroko tree,
Because of you,
I can swim the whole Òkun pupa.
Hardwork, I will work my farm,
At harvest, I shall earn plenty cowries,
To Lagos,
I will take you,
In Abuja,
I will build you a house,
To Aménrica,
I will take you,
In Lomdom,
I will buy you a land.
Àsàké mi,
As it is doing me I can’t explain,
Yesterday,
It is like the taste of fresh palmwine,
Today,
It is like the smell of fresh ègúsí soup.
Àsàké mi,
My mùmú button you have found,
Àsàké mi,
My mùmú button you have pressed.
Èmi ni tìre ní tòótó,
- Àlàbá, òníshu.
LOLzzzzzzz!
Mehn!!! you are so creative!
Nice one nice one truly……..Alaba Onishu! Alaba ti yoo ife! LOLzzzz
your imaginative instinct is so wide and wild…..but is that truly Asake up there peeping through the window? she seem more like “suzzy the model” than “Asake oniiru”
Altogether, this is cool!
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@ me…tnx for the comment…hey who told who Asake sells “iru” ?…no oh…Asake is a village teacher…loll…just trying to paint the true picture of a classic African romance…although we may reason in funny directions, nevertheless, we are a people full of passion and direction. Just a matter of time before the world realizes that the future is here- AFRICA!
The game is the same though the players are different all over Africa! mmmh, nicely put!