I remember being locked in the pumpkin of her own eyes.
Smiles that catch Snow and burn fire.
She is Nkem, Yes, My  Nkem! She sparkles more than she glitters;
More than even the brightest Star.
She is a canvas; colored with all the shades of beauty.
Like the Udala tree is Sacred.
She could pass for a goddess if she is not one already
So in my heart, her temple is Laid.