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Down the city bridge
There was an African woman
Prided with colorful akwaoche wrappers
Every morning
She would beg on the city bridge
And at night she would change her wrapper
Into another colorful akwaoche- with basket prints
She was beautiful and
Was proud of her identity
she adorned herself with bracelets
made from cowries and her foot wear
was made from cow skin
her hand bag, closely kneated with wools and beads for a shine.
Her hair, oh!
From a far was glittering
It was obvious she had applied Ori
As she wore her neatly plaited Shukwu
I only peeped through the window and
Wondered how she got there
Up the city bridge
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