ABIKE - By Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi


You rise like a storm from the wing
Of the Northern scion, Abike,
Above the arrogance
Of Sahara's sordid sands,
Placing your seamless elegance
Atop the pride of Nature.


Abike, fresher you are
Than a freshly hatched dawn,
Peeping out of the cracked
Carapace of the night;
Tenderer you are even than the
Morning dew, moistening
Wild spines of cactus plants.


Perfect are your teeth, Abike,
Perfect and stronger than several
Tons of corn-cobs, smiling shyly
At the competitive birds,
Racing on the cardboard of the sky,
Through frail openings of their raffish raffia
Like an elated masquerader
Behind the confidence of his comic costume.


Your beautiful black skin
Lends the Coal his complex complexion,
Borrows the night her great garment,
Under which timid nocturnal
Creatures take a refreshing refuge.


Abike,
You are the Savannah,
A heavenly haven of the
Great green lemon grasses!


©Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi


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