by Akinbo, Adebunmi Adeola
Published on: Nov 23, 2006
Type: Poetry

I met her waiting...
...waiting for a new-found sister,
Her eyeballs stopped my heart
beat a second...and she smiled,
Her skin, fair,
her hair, a glitter,
and her covering, all green;

A lips of red, a pearl to her ears,
a folded strong, so warm,
her legs...slow but steady and firm,
She is a child mixed with wealth,
poised to be healthy,
craving for all thw wealth that is to be had,
that is my country,

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