Once upon a time….
The story started I say,
I had set my wits; so attentive was I.
Okay, I thought my eyes were lying. Nope!
My heart had never failed me. It all began,
Under the roof, inside a room,
On top of the brown mahogany escritoire there she was
Seated relaxantly with a ready look and mesmerizing eyes.
Shush! i could not resist meritorious.
I opted to close my eyes for a while
And deep i was swallowed up in dreams;
Yes, I was probably building castles in air, maybe.
Then she stood; like statute, with slender at once body.
Whenever she walked, her pace; neither too fast nor too slow.
Big white eyes with mixed facial skin color that looked like;
A big black been thrown in a bowl full of milk. Shh!
Let me say she was a goddess. One that Africa has never had
Neither age to come will ever be. Hmm!