The first time I saw the shadow
That makes boys mad and gibber
Chilly as wonderful as gimmick
Treated and adorned like fresh-milk
Not at all to be spoilt by no one
An all in one
O… sweet Ufuoma.
The first time I saw the image
That makes ghosts so ghoulish
Gimlet-eyed; I peeped
Geyser, o… she’s so stylish
Ghastly but comforting, pretty Cinderella
Giddy, I felt
There is something in an image I saw.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem