Like a ballad singer solely
To the tune of sekere
Let me once again see
That warm cheering smile
That you possess
Pretty is low word for your beauty
And yet lowliness is your pride
Singing sonorously like a nightingale
At the river bank
More beautiful than a zebra
And yet you are imperially slim
Robin envy your beauty
Even at the early day
When the muezzin calls for the day’s first prayer
And at the twilight of the morn
You are beautiful
Like sunflower in the shinny sun of midday
Fresh like foliage and your uncurl hair
Make you a typical AFRICAN
At night the moon shines add
To your beauty and the envious stars
Peeping from the sphere
While the motherly moon accompany
You to the stream-side
O! My fair African lady
That beauty that nature has in you endowed
So much farther than what my pen
Could utter
« return.