Beholding Her (3)
Again, I got it wrong
She wasn’t bathing nor making up
She was of her natural look
Holding a Bible with her phone
Coming straight from a vigil
Forget not, it was 7.15am
Not too tall as I envisaged
A bit lighter in body colour
Her facial beauty was not magical
Her smile was same as that on phone
While her eye lashes speaks for itself
But her teeth-gap is of instant special effect
In all, she is of an average beauty.
Alayande Stephen T.
23rd November, 2007
4.53pm
On my way to Ikare
Agbado-Ekiti.
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