Daughters of Eve1
by Alexander Nderitu
(Gleaned from www.alexandernderitu.com with permission)
Even a good woman has a thousand wiles
So be careful how you choose your wife
Eve, what happened on that fateful day?
Why did you eat from the Tree of Life
And seduce poor Adam to join in the crime?
Eve, what happened at the beginning of time?
Did you really eat a fruit or was that a metaphor for intimacy?
In the middle of Eden, was there a forbidden tree
Or is that just another earthy metaphor?
And did a snake really talk or was that just Satan?
Whatever the case, that day saw the Fall of Man
Why do women find it so easy to deceive?
I guess it’s because we are all daughters of Eve.
Hmmm…if you’re the daughter of Eve
Then I guess that makes me the Son of Adam
Which leads me to ask: ʹWas Adam a Black or White man?ʹ
My money is on Black because Africa is the cradle of man
And Eve must have been a beautiful Black woman
Because so many of her descendants have those features
So come to me, Daughter of Africa,
Whoever said that the beautiful ones are not yet born
Has obviously never laid eyes on your face
He is ignorant of your features, your texture, your grace
This poem contains references to African literature which might be obscure to the general reader.