She declared her love for me
And I felt compassionate
She asked me to give her my heart
But she wouldn’t believe my reply
I don’t have a heart
And I’m thinking of selling my soul
to the woman opposite my street
Yes! that woman!
The one that sells Àmàlà!
“Me or Àmàlà” she asked!
With tears in my eyes
And joy in my mind
I chose you!
My beloved Àmàlà.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe.
Sophocles Writes 