She’s fair and tagged yellow paw-paw
She has got this spark of the smiling sun
If you aren’t a Pope please pile your eyes
With the way she poses, she isn’t a slip-up
Indeed there is no other name to reveal
She is that love note of no oppose
A conviction for the power of gorgeousness
Beating deep within somewhere at the front
of the back.
Succulent like cucumber between the moving
jaws
She sends men fishing like the tribe of Ijaw
Mummy’s baby, Daddy’s daughter
The beautiful Aniocha child
First daughter of a King – Adaobi
Every lip confesses
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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