OKUNKA, THE WOMEN KNOW YOU!
YOU COMPOSED THE DIRGE WHEN ASIEDUA THE ONLY DAUGHTER OF
ONYANKOP~N THE
CREATOR DIED.
SKILLFUL ARCHER OF WORD AND SONG,
OKUNKA,
THE WOMEN KNOW YOU.
OKUNKA, THE WOMEN LOVE YOU!
YOUR NAME REMAINS PROVERBIAL
BECAUSE OKUKUSEKU AND ASOMASI FEAR YOU
THE ONLY BARD OF WHOM THE AUDIENCE SING;
CUNNING TRAPPER OF THE WINDS.
IF I MEET YOU IN BROAD SUNLIGHT,
I SHALL DEMAND A FROTHY
GOURD OF GOODWILL
SERVED IN THE SHADES OF THE FRANKADUA.
I SHALL DARE YOU TO MEET ME ON A BREEZY DAY,
AND I SHALL
RETALIATE.
OKUNKA, THE WOMEN TRUST YOU
YOUR HAREM IS BRIMMING WITH VIRGINS AND WIDOWS HELD IN TRUST
TILL THEY ARE CLAIMED.
OKUNKA,
CHOP A DRINK AND
LET ME FINISH THIS APPELLATION.
