|Chiege, Woman of Splendor
Woman enrobed in strength of love
Your early years were spent in
want and desire --
Braving the scorn and taunts of
You worried and prayed in
As bundles of joy tumbled out of
While yours languished in barren
In those early days of unkind infecundity.
But he stood firm and strong in
Your John, Oguguo -- the tall
Who has blazed a trail, seeking
you out in your hamlet.
In loving wait, he kept faith for
many a year
'Til kind Providence's favor
rested on you
And removed your shame from among
And though he's gone, he is yet
As he lives on in those you jointly bore.
For, at last, they did come, one
And today, women bless themselves
'Cos those latecomers of yours
have waxed strong,
Bringing pride and glory.
So it will be for many a woman,
Who lives in patient wait till she can feel his pleasure.
Cheige, woman of Splendor, full of
Mother mine, my boon companion in
My faithful friend indeed and in
Who, in times of distress,
Your love is a garland of precious
A bouquet of roses whose fragrance
And lasts, undying as your love.
Mother, full of love, vast and deep like ocean,
Now, you've grown old and frail
and that is good.
Friends and family, true and
tender, flock around,
Warming your old bones in requited
of steady caring and that also is
For the Lord has blessed you in truth.