The very balanced way which pans and basins,
Sat on the perfectly placed 'aju',
On the head of Igbo girls my age, sometimes twice, hawking,
The unperturbed reassuring words of a mentor, ...
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.