The Uti Nwackwu That I Know Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

The uti I know is a great man
Whose presence calm storms of desperation,
He is the Iroko tree in my father' compound
With many branches that sustain many in need.

His handsome face makes innocent virgins faint,
The gentle man of the year,
His charming eyes turn many pretty ladies on the beautiful side where paradise is made for ladies only,
The gentle man of the Delta.

Sing me a song of love in the name of love
And I will sing you the song of Uti the charming prince whose kiss awaken Dyasus of Roman empire,
Once he walks, pretty ladies bow in the name of love.

His smiles soil the feelings of the star girls,
The flows of his words waters the emotions of their future.
Once in the act of philanthropy, thousands are saved,
Uti Leads the stars, Uti makes the stars, Uti takes the
Leads.

Uti Nwachukwu that I know is a great ambassadon
Of his nation,
The Uti that I know is so passionate and kind with
A magnificent out look of Archangel branded with
Unfaded beauty of an Africa man.