I met this girl
She was, she was
Perfect beyond words
I met this girl
She was, she was
Ravishingly stunning
Stunningly ravishing
I met this girl
She was, she was
With eyes filled
With snow with milk
Creamy, thick, diamond milk
I met this girl
She was, she was
O! I’m lost for words

Meeting was by chance
In the boisterous light of her hall
The fascination, when it came was not small
Though fleeting, it had me by the balls

Dismissed as not real
But in the dark recess
Kept gnawing at me
Throwing me towards restless

Up and down I went
Left and right I greeted
East and west were congratulation
Its not easy having one’s convocation

Slugging home in harmattan haze
After jollying and frolicking of the day
Moving swiftly with dainty steps I heard
In my front the object of my inner stress

Warmth grew as I approached
Questioning why beauty should brood
Haze disappeared the moment she spoke
Love grew faster than a mushroom

In my mind I was spoken for
Never again will I make such proposition
But for her it was not straightforward
Simply ‘cause she lacked conviction

How much art thou o conviction?
I’ll get Fort Knox if that is your price
Where art thou hidden, o conviction?
I’ll search in the Hades and polar ice
How far art thou, o conviction?
I’ll thread for thee in galaxies far from sight.

Searching maniacally, this I have been doing
Looking voraciously, this has been my cross
Working tirelessly so I could afford it
But I fear that when this is got
Captured, bought and bottled up
To present to the fairest of all
It may be too late
For while waiting she may choose another mate
I pause to bemoan this fate
Precious time lost while stock I take
Losses higher than Himalaya Mountains
Wounds deeper than Ogburu gorge
Still I carry on strenuously
Stubbornly I believe fervently
Even if one in a million
A hope there is for her as my hubby.


(c) Femi Goro Johnson, gorociano@gmail.com

nice

i love the play on words
you are a gifted writer
keep doing what u do!