Adebimpe, the African Beauty
ADEBIMPE
Going through this life at a frenzied pace
It's clear why we call it human race
I saw a piece of carefully gathered stardust
A desire for every parent
Adebimpe, a true definition of Omoluabi
Ornamented with great courtesy
Is she from this generation?
Is she for this generation?
Within bounds how do I keep this admiration?
With her modesty which confined me in amazement
More admirable is her compassionate heart
With a house of the soul devoid of deception
A little girl with qualities of a good mother
I've met Alara
I've met Aresa
But none is anywhere near her
I've met Olugbon
I've met Ajero
They appeared not in her row
When she writes, I bet it
Thou shall re-read till thy wide grey eyes are ensnared
And glued to the awe-inspiring handwriting
When she reads, I bet it
Thou shall listen till thy ears are ensnared
Through her eloquent free flowing articulations
Her ornamental expressions are like apples of gold
Set aside in a silver filigree
When she sings,
Where art thy sorrows?
Forgotten in few seconds
Her sonorous voice, the envy of birds
When she cooks,
Sedately, the condiments she blends
The aroma of her food, enough a food
Her use of locust beans,
The envy of housewives
When she dances, I bet it
Thou shalt hate dancing
For even a cockroach would do it better
Upon all the lofty mountains shall I vocalise her admiration
For my palate in low tone utters truthfulness
I shall proclaim her modesty
I shall invite birds
For behold we shall sing a song of a young African girl
I shall send an invitation to the stars
For we shall illuminate the sky
In return, a beautiful panorama shall we have
Let the earth rejoice
For this girl is one in a trillion
Let the unborn children remain anxious
For they shall live to tell their offsprings
Let the mountain shout for joy
Let the leaves rise and dance
Let the insects sing and rustle about
Let the rat embrace the cat
With full acceleration,
Let the snails rush down
With a heart full of joy and enthusiasm,
Let the tortoise outrun the horse
In a bid to behold Adebimpe.
O! heavens, may I look on thy holy radiance?
O! good God, to my humble supplication,
Do give ears
Let every child adopt her style
And we shall retrieve the gone good generation
N.B: 'Omoluabi' is a term used by the 'Yorubas',in Nigeria, to refer to one who is well-cultured. 'Alara, Aresa, Ajero' are used to depict different categories of people ever graced the land.
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