My Own Chapter of Psalm 23 in the Book of WIZARDry: for you, Ìbídùn,
Your charm of love is my shepherd; I shall not wander like a FULANI HERDER
—in the field, where man craves for happiness and serenity in woman.
You made me to lie down beneath your green pastures, sprouting beautiful flowers:
Ìbídùn, with her luring, dark pigment, led me beside the still waters of her heart.
She restored my soul, when almost sinking in gloom:
she led me in the paths of righteousness for her name’s sake —Ìgbàlà
Yeah, though, I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil while she still stands by me like a post:
for you with me alone; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
And she, in her meekness and lowliness, prepared a table before me in the presence of my enemies:
and she caresses my heart with her tender palm, as succulent as a baby’s;
my cheeks erupted in charming laughter
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I shall dwell in the house of Ìbídùn—now and forever more.