Ndifreke

Oluwapemi... your name is soft to the ears... your name speaks peace... Your name is the soothing ointment of the troubled mind It sounds like the luculent laughter that comes with the dawn when the turbulent Night is conquered... It is the extant song of the cuckoo bird in springtime when the greenery blossoms, and it echoes like the plaintive notes of the first rains sent forth to quench the thirst of the long dehydrated Savannah... Oluwapemi! You are the dew of my morning, the freshness that envelops my Night, and your even-tempered voice like my mother's, is like the cicadas that heralds the break of my dawn You are the beam from which I draw my strength; the roof over my head, the lintel of my shelter-the pillar thereof, and the marble upon which I cast my verse... Oluwapemi! Your breath is enlivening like the tender breeze that blows beneath the tamarind tree at dusk when the Sun is at rest... The scent of your hair is like the smell of cinnamon, like the surpassing fragrance of cassia, your haloed eyes, mild like a dove's, are the Sun and Moon of my Earth, your face my dazzling mirror! Your waist to the shoulders is like cornfield in the Savannah upon which the young deer gallops, the verdure on which the reindeer refreshes, the resting place of the poet, and with your limbs like a wild gazelle's, you leap gracefully against the vanishing rays of the ephemeral sunset... Oluwapemi! Name of gold-that is the name that brings comfort to the restless soul Oluwapemi... Lady of the Sycamore, epitome of purity, healing balm, priceless jewel, glittering gold My song, my Muse, my goddess! You are black and beautiful-the true colour of nature; and your beauty transcends the laws of time which makes you the delight of the poet... I will proclaim your name... I will proclaim your name... Oluwapemi... Oluwapemi... that is your name Diamond in the morning sun, fresh wine from the vine... My pride, my mirth, my perfect poetess! Who possesses the semblance of your comeliness?