...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 hand...so 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,
Nigeria.
« return.