When I felt a sky conjured brightness in my <br />cave mind, <br />it was like a mid-winter night dream. But <br />I see out of the most high, the highest <br />lass of all time. <br /> <br />Nigerian girl, I am alive in my light-innermost <br />telling and writing of your face alone. <br />See me through the mile, you are right, <br />clouded by the leafs of the ‘'Iroko-tree'' <br />covered by the votes of the savannah. <br />Your voice echoes with the cool night sound <br />of river-nun. <br /> <br />I can't count the number of your lock, <br />but the beauty of it, I can. <br />The cowries labeled at the tail of your <br />weaved white wool swings like fresh <br />‘'igbega'', as you mounted it with circean <br />calabash at the Sahara stream. <br /> <br />I see your fingers sneak into the water, <br />I liking your steps to the tip-toe moves <br />Of ‘'Okiolala bird''. <br />The design of your mesmeric ‘'Hollandaise'' blind <br />my eyes and the image of your beauty <br />put me in danger. <br />I sting and tingle to your black skin. <br />I can not fell the colour of your eyes or how <br />it magnates, but Nigerian girl your eyes <br />gives the logo of the lenient dove <br />and the courage of her mild wing. <br /> <br />Once I saw you dressed in ‘'Intorica'', <br />all I could see is how the fulgent moons <br />pined on you spreads round your naked feet. <br />The tincture of your lips may be found in <br />this world, but be not seen by any man. <br />As for your ear-beads, it dances like <br />the prance of the palm tree. <br />Your ear can be blind, but I <br />will pipe through the eye. <br /> <br />Ayeba mie ye ebimo. <br />Nigerian girl, you're my royal dainty.<br /><br />Ebi Robert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nigerian-girl/
