Tales Of A Wife: Callista Poem by Vincent Onyeche

One of the sunny market days
Eke' to be precise
I saw a young lady
Majestic like ego size
The sun must have an eye on her
As she reflected all shone on her

We trade contacts
Callistee or Calista?
-None she replied;
-Spell as Callista
I nodded so it sank deep
Somewhere down memory lane.

Her smile is narrative,
Her voice has a symbol,
And in her name is a sacred history
Re-echoing from its heap
Who is who not to believe
If indeed she is faith?

Callista
Not our cultural name:
O Yes!
Globalization bleached her
Most beautiful by name
And true African I still see.

Staring at her eyeballs
A bold turns a coward
Lucky charm cowrie
The future is bright I see
Callistee or Calista?
Spell as Callista

Religiously;
Stretching we hugged
Topic for another day
A sunny day
Yet she's cool as a cucumber
I wonder

Soft
Naked-ripe banana body
Fragile as a calabash
She doesn't even know
She is a burning hell
Callista I whispered.

Her name didn't lie
She's an epitome of beauty
And an angels isotope
In human flesh
Who is who not to believe
If indeed she is faith?

Callistee or Calista?
-None she replied;
-Spell as Callista
O sweet Callista
No I can't describe her
No I wouldn't describe her.