The Urhobo's might call her "Oni"
But The Anthony's call her "Mummy"
A true born African
Her lips seals lips
For a thousand words are wrapped around her waist and her chest carries a mountain.
A canaan of its own, flowing with milk and honey
Even isreal can't compete
For her mind has won more battles than joshua ever did with a sword...
Her dark skin tell the tales of her originality..
She is the African salad.. Every man wish to taste..
Her tongue has painted more pictures in the heart of her children.
Her smiles gives more reasons to stay alive and Her love makes ways for her children...
She is hell-proof and a heaven sent...
©augustine
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