Beans and weevils,
Storms in my gut,
Escaping through my butt…
Beans and willowy loaves
Ewa agoyin stirring on the stove
Dainty plantain, ripe and supple
Carved to a fault
Serenade me with beans.
Not green peas or baked beans
But ewa alata steamy and fresh
Mama add more stew make i no vex…
Serenade me with beans
Mulled with bread or bite sized plantain
Sing to me of ewa agoyin
Till my composure I can no longer maintain
Tell me a story of ewa alata
Dancing a pool of fried stew
A misty narrative of bean pods
Till my defenses are broken and I have no clue
Show me the hidden mysteries of beans
For beans is queen of the food chain
Unveil her royal mien
Take me to the secret places of her abode …
Hey! hey!!! this is still damiwrites.wordpress.com.
The traveler has to eat too na. This is for all the lovers of beans (coffee lovers excluded) out there!!!
I’ll be reblogging some of the posts from my old blog soon. Stay Tuned.