Aisha with beads

And her African smile

Takes shade

With sun high

Under Gamada's tree

 

A million dim shimmers

From soil baked to amber

Look on as Aisha

Hums softly

Her tune

 

She dreams of the evening

When Kofi

Her lifeblood

Returns with his quarry

And together they'll eat

 

And how proud he will be

When she lays out before him

The beads she has wrenched

From the preacher's cut throat

 

Aisha with beads

And her African smile

Takes shade

With sun high

Under Gamada's tree