You dream of your girl,
You cry of your girl,
You complain of your girl,
You mouth of your girl,
Have you seen Chikaodinaka?
But if you see Chikaodinaka,
What would you say?
As Angels guides immortals,
And the Maker blessing immortals
So she is the angel the poet prays
To be guiding the poet’s soul,
And the maker blessing the poet’s thought
In the world of passionate people.
She is a beauty
That has brought envy to the world,
Enlightening like the treasured Diamond
Of the ancient city of Sierra Leone,
With smile blazing like rays of
The scorching sun of Africa,
With eyes so enchanting, with dimple
So magnificent, nose that is filled with
Breathe of life, with face so chubby
And the sweat from her skin
Could be drank for water.
She is elocutionist, a dancer,
A lover of African culture and people,
A journalist, mistress strategist,
Mistress excitability, mistress expeditious,
Inter-alia she is witty, comely and homely.
You dream of your girl,
You cry of your girl,
You complain of your girl,
You mouth of your girl,
Have you seen Chikaodinaka?
But if you see Chikaodinaka,
What would you say?
Copyright 2006 Prince Odimegwu Onwumere
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