Anyanwu ututu m
My gift and joy from God
Onyem ji eme onu
You glow like the red chilli
And you are sweet,
Sweeter than the palm wine,
Ah nwanyioma m!
When the village drums beat
You dance with ecstacy
Laughing when you move
Sometimes, words fail me
I can only ponder on God’s creativity
The blessings He had bestowed on you
And how I am lucky to have you!
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Commentary:
Anyanwu ututu m: My morning sun
Onyem ji eme onu: The one I boast of
Nwanyioma m: My good lady
