Virgo Afrikan by Ehindola Peter -

She draped in thick robe of ofi* caste,

Cylinder of beads cascading, like torn rag,

below her unadulterated pulpit,

where roll call of wanton congregation supplicates.

Of laali** and osun** painting of her umbilicus

At quadrangle about sunfall time, amidst mortal denizens:

She twirls and turns swiftly into

spiraling silhouette of contorted crescent;

to the long drums of wooden skin,

till my eyes shutter to a briskly musing

But she is AFRICA, the motherland

* traditionally weaved cloths

**a dialectical variant of camwood

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Virgo Afrikan by Ehindola Peter