Simple and classic, she was dressed up in a gown so beautiful
Her golden earrings and wired bracelet were just but a perfect fit
She had no hidden motive to show-off her curves or entice the feasting eyes
Nevertheless, her graceful countenance and fluffy natural hair made her the center of attraction
Even her lips were shaped with smiles, and her white teeth shined so brightly in between
Hastily and hurriedly, the lustful eyes began to gazed and strategize
Excitedly they thought she was a game, but sadly they all hunted to no avail
Then they realized that this rare specie was not a meat on sale
Awhile sitted around the corner, I looked upon her with a poetic eyes and saw a rose flower
So gently and patiently I waited like a gardener for this flower to find its owner
I waited and waited, until that perfect moment she came my way and rested on my shoulder
Finally I found a queen and I knew my waiting was not in vain
And until now, I doubt if ever I will see a maiden adorned in such beauty and simplicity like her again.
Ebenezer O. Akinrinade (CYFI Fellow)
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