I wrote this poem about 6 years ago, after an encounter I had with a beautiful damsel I met in my home town. It has been 6 years...6 good years and I stumbled on it this morning after a long time!

THE GIRL FROM MY TOWN
Behind your beauty, I see that shy inexplicable look on your face;
Soothing my soul like strong harmattan breeze in December.
The girl from my town, whom I vividly still remember.
My pride, should I reserve? Or to humbly lay beside your lovely feet?
The sound from your bangles softens my aching ears,
And your beads, a rhythm of your slender frame.
Eastern goddess of the valleys; I do not know your name.
Should I to you come? Or wait for a hundred years?
I wish, like a veil, my heart you could see through,
Where lies a million expressions scattered like the creeks of Calabar
Locked up like an Arabian Jinni in a pot,
And if the young men call you 'Mma', it is very true.
Will you, Oh! Asa Nne, pass by my house today? Or by the stream where I have learned to wait?
Then, shall I touch your hands with ease,
For this young curious mind you have come to please!

This poem is dedicated to Amarachi Ogbe...wherever you are, you are fondly thought of!!!