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.

I love your *******
It makes me drip
If that is heavens road
Then, my mission is complete

I love your breast
Especially the roughages
That surrounds the juice
If I can only but grasp

I love your dimple
Even though they are simple
Each time you smile
I just feel a tickle

Let me be your barber
With exclusive services
That I may help you shave yonder
And give it a fine design

I almost touched that tattoo
Beautifully carved on your cleavage
When we bathed together
But bathing together is not consent  

Although you were silent
Consent for one
Is not consent for all
When we downed a bottle of passport
You were weak, I was your strength

Once we wanted to make out
You said "Yes", then "No"
But I made sure the sun didn't rise
For the moon was not set

I'll be ready when you are
In a blissful atmosphere
Under the "Udala" tree
With a sealed mutual oath

If you went it
Before she said "Yes"
If you shaged her
Before she was eighteen
You are officially a ******

This is not just a poem
It is the story of my Kimberly
And yet,
Still I wait...

Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet
08178827380 & 08035063895

I carry them everywhere I go
Away to England
How can I leave my children
And run to  safety?
Men, women gathered surprised
Under an ancient Udala tree ( Star Fruit )
Of their battles over the fallen tree its fruit a taboo.
A fruit to the spirits the shadowy outline of a spirit
The senseless war , hoped it would end soon
For quarrels we do not look for
But when your quarrels finds us
We would crush you
We never run from our homeland
Bumpy dirt roads lined by tall grasses
The marshy roads
The looming three  story a country home
Near the thatched fence
At the white and dark lines  elaborate curves
A piece of ( Nzu ) cleanser to the guests.