My fellow Africans
All poet and you poetess
Give me those minds
So that I could scribe a poem
A poem with vigorous poetic figures.
For my baby to feel those lines.
With figures that form stanzas like tiles.
Though she is away about thousands of miles.
And give her great memories of files.
Africa allow my princess
I admit all my ridiculousness
I screwed the point with carelessness
Yet I still care though I’m shadeless.
People allow my baby to come home.
Life without her is uninhabited
Actually life is no longer a gift
I still need her affections
Yes I mean no afflictions
I still want to hold her hand
Our memories will hold us firm till the end
Forever i will dream her as my favourite celebrity
And write her a favorite poem with perpetuity