The Black Maiden


71, Allen Avenue
Ikeja Lagos

She danced the Bata*

Like it was all that mattered

Her words rang with laughter

A dance only she could master

The drummers’ hands slick with sweat

 brows jammed, bodies wet

 drums bounced like confused pets

therein, their destinies met

Back to back they swung their hips

The summer song strained on their parched lips

Too much rhythm, wrappers slipped

Like nylon on a toy ship.

All through that joyful uproar

The blood bubbling in his loins roar

Her sight made him soar

Lust ate at him, like a hungry boar

Have her he must

For his mind was confused by lust

All he could think of was his thrust

Into her comely bust.

Suddenly, he grabbed her from the rear

As she bathed, flaunting her ware

Savagely he had her in his lair

And took her in a way not fair

Now shunned by all

Like goods left to decay at the stall

She tries to stand but still she falls

Arrested by pain she wishes death calls

Now she hears the drums beat

Her shame fills her with heat

She curses the prince who did the feat

And left her naked at shame’s cheerless feet.

*This is a kind of dance peculiar to the Yorubas in the western part of Nigeria, West Africa. It is usually a story between lovers, all put into a dance.  Many who have seen the salsa claims it is the offspring of Bata so  also the Cuban dance.

 PS: this is also a call against rape, protect our women, they are our jewels

and also a call to appreciate our dying heritageo here)


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