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Ladawa: An African love song

When you look at me, it tells me many stories

I drown in the ocean of thought and love

Will it be your slim hands or the flowers you wear

Or the hair do that celebrates the African woman?

You smell like the morning dew on roses

And sometimes like mint mixed with guava!

And when you smile at me, I swing like the monkey

Through branches of abundant joy and desire

I call your name; Ladawa, my own Ladawa

Softly, you whisper back like the mambas spit

I am very obsessively happy calling your name

So let the forests, the hills standing and valleys lying hear

Of my strange love song for you dearest one!

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Commentary

Ladawa is a made up name.