She is my father's sister
yet my own daughter.
She is that as her name says.
Nwannennaya ,my father's sister!
A pride to me,
A delight to the household.
On her way to the village stream,
She walks nimbly with an earthen pot
properly seated on a knotted 'lappa'
placed on her neatly cropped hair.
While walking along the weedy path,
She whistles and have
 her waist beads shaken,
Shaking from the right and then left
in a form of rhythm.

Nwannennaya is one choice of
 many men  of Umuofia.
Her beauty is regal,one to behold.
At house chores,she's always at her best.
She aims greatly to be educated like
other young female adults of Umuofia,
To learn to read and write.
These,she'll merge with good behavioral patterns.
Nwannennaya,a pride to herself.
Nwannennaya,a pride to me.
Nwannennaya,a pride to the home.
Nwannennaya,a pride to Umuofia.
Nwannennaya,a pride to the society at large.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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