To Most Beloved Metoto Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I have known that smell ever since I
was born; the smell of your body odour,
That fragrance makes me who I am.
I have known that smile long ago and
I can bet my life with it as yours any time
Whether in the darkness or broad day.
We've come too close to lose each other,
I can pick up the chains of your laughter,
Recite how many times I have called that
Name, Metoto, the most beloved Metoto.
You are my heart and my heart is yours,
Hidden here in my soul is your flashes feelings,
You gave me to keep for the raining days.
I have seen your names written in the sky,
Metoto, the daughter of Mbajiora, in your
Bosom shall my eternity be and in your
Mouth, shall the altar of my fate be made.
I never wanted any other than you and you,
claiming your names among the Africans.
Metoto, the rose of Sharon, the joy of motherhood
The stars of love and the moon of faith.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016