It was a woman
A purple hashmak was tied around her
Beautiful hair
She took a walk to the tomb
In which he was laid
She was in love
She was in love with the tomb owner
He freed her from demons
Saved her From hurts
Now he was dead
She wanted to be with him again
She wanted to look at him and call
Him Raboni
Now he was dead
Her sandals slapped along the path
On her way to the tomb,
Tik tak, Tik tak, it clapped
Her heart beating like a drum in Ikot Ekpene
Kpom! Kpom! Kpom!
She was about to roll it
When he tapped on her back
Is that you raboni?
She asked in dismay
He began to speak
Her heart skipped
She wasn't sure
Do then men speak?
Then she remembered the promise
The promise of his resurrection
He went back to the arms of his love
Even dead couldn't stop him
His love for her, was stronger than dead
The hashmak woman
Won the heart of the king.
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