My Lady

First time?
From a distance
Picking each step
Not wanting to hit a stone
Figured so shapely
Kim Kardashian's clone
And that was it
When I picture her now?
Definitely not on "white and white"
But on clothes so tight
They accentuate her edges
With some killer shoes to go with,
Stilettos and wedges.


So beautiful,
She could make ice thaw
Yes, a dame to kill for.
Bereft of negativity
She laughs with her friends
This side of her
I came to know
Since then, for us
it's been raining snow.
She now shares in my tears
Helping me find my way
And allay my fears.


Crazy texter she is
Yet soft over the phone
Oh! Her voicenotes
Like ice cream in a cone
Her "pidgin" sounds forced
"Ajebo", I tease
Deep down she's all but that.
She can talk for Africa
Amebo like that.
Thanks to NYSC, Eunice and Red cross
Our paths may never have crossed.
Using this ink as a medium
A platform, a podium
To let you know
You deserve all the good
That life's got to show.


Dedicated to Temiloluwa Olasehinde


By Alle Odhiameh Ayodele