Tell me how you love me
This Delta soul and body
Is hungry, slightly angry
Love, romance and red flowers
Echoes in every chamber
My heart is so in love
And my stomach so in hunger
My gullet groans for the day
My stomach moans for the night
When all will be at peace
When she will get busy with that cooking
I love her sweet perfume
When in a tight embrace
But sometimes I long to sniff
Sweet Banga fumes in her hair
Banga ink free flowing
In starchy fountain pens
Please write love words on my stomach
That wondrous lovers den
True love is made in kitchens
Without a care for nails
Condensing a thousand feelings
Into those crafted lovely dishes
Air freshener is not refreshing
So far from being romantic
Pure Banga in the air
Is sweet love and aromatic
My heart’s infatuations
Can’t trickle to my stomach
If she says she loves me dearly
She better write me something tasty
I sulk, next it is ‘what’s the matter?’
But how can I explain?
Delta man’s love language is so mysterious
Banga soup na love letter
Dr Wilson Orhiunu
(Babawilly)
2-12-12
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