Are You Traveling to Oron?

Are you traveling to Oron to be lost In the mysteries and secrets of Ekpe, the Bermuda triangle lban Isong, a land deeply rooted in the ocean With queen of the coast, daughters of mermaid Of the marine race inhabit this town A man who visits Oron may never return again He's forever lost, lost to his lust The care and beauty of Oron woman hold him captive Blinded by love He may never find his way back As you look at the beauty of Oron woman, you're mesmerized Her long hair stretches, dangles at the rhythmic witness of her hips As she passes by, rosy cheeks cover her face Her gray eyes with fleck of gold and brown Shines like the eyes of a pussycat, with long lashes that often winks at your stare Oron woman is elegant and graceful Rich in jewelry and accessories Her barn full of yams, cassava and dried fish And she knows how to please a man And make him stay awake all night Eating hot yam with pepper soup Oron woman make the best cook When she prepares Otong with fresh fish, periwinkle and Iwe Ekpang Boiled with water from Effiat-mbo river The aroma so irresistible and beckons That when a man eats, his head is captured forever Oron woman can go all the way to trap a man And tie him down in her own house, on her bed Not even the priest of the earth can set him free Nor loose him from the bondage of love For the man has been immersed in her cauldron, trapped forever