Comments about Kolade Seun
Who art thou, that speaketh: 'the beautiful one's are not yet born?
Who'd ever know, such a soul exist?
Your beauty, define lots of wealth!
Your very kind, designed to mock the very existence of 'rote';
The bloom in thy cheeks must be that of buoyancy!
How sweet everything about thou must be...
Where does thou place thy eye's, saying: 'they are not yet born? '
Oh! How blind thou must be!