Langa Langa Poem by Michael Eziudo

There is a girl that I now know
She has a nose like an arrow and hairs that stand straight
She looks at me with those eyes that are like pen balls
And glitter like torch that shines
She stands like bamboo sticks
And looks as fragile as the coco yam leaves
Her oversized uniform is blown to and forth
Like the flag that dances up there at the mast to the tunes as we sing the national anthem in the morning
Like she looks at me she stands looking at our teacher
Like sheep that studies the look in its predator's eyes
Her innocent face looking expressionless as if she never heard the questions
When she is asked them
She never answers them rightly she never gets oral and written questions right
They flog her they scold her
Yet unperturbed she never gives up never hates school because
Because she is otherwise important
And yes she knows it
I beat her in class she beats me in field
At farm work and at painting and at marketing
I never best her out
When the bell of competition rings we both go
She for field contests and I for class contests
We both arrive the champ in our own love
And my scally-waggy lanky looking mate raises the school's flag as I do too