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… Continue reading Anyanwu Ututu m (My Morning sun)
