GIVE ME THE MINSTREL'S SEAT- TRADITIONAL POEM
Give me the minstrel's seat that i may sit and ask you a word, my friends.
Let me ask for what reason or rhyme women refuse to marry?
Woman cannot exist except by man, what is there in that to vex some of them so?
A woman is she who has a husband and she cannot but prosper.
Cleave unto your man and his kinsmen will become jealous
His kinsmen have planted cocoyams but d fruit they reap is dum-palm nuts!
We think you plant the borassus palm, the teak, the mnga and the solanum tree,
When man goes on the road he goes with a friend, for he who walks alone has no good fortune.
As man goes through life soon he is pierced by the thorn,
Or the sand-mote enters his eyes and he needs a friend to remove it.
Likewise I give u advice, the rich man and the poor man.
Joim hands accross the shroud.
Better a loin-cloth witout disgrace than d fine-flowered shawl of shame. -
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