Tales Of A Wife: Efik Virgin Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Have you seen
The Efik virgin of Akwa Ibom?
That got me screaming
My my my my! ! !

She walks in beauty
Like a goddess
Of River Qua Iboe
Pure and harmless
Like fire-flies
When she smiles
My my my my
I scream


Something to die for
Call me an unwise trader,
Hey mr. soldier
Her bullets for her offences I'll trade


She's so bright,
You might need a shade
She's always frightened
By a mere handshake
She's that wish
To always make
Tasty as cake
I'll always take
Other than her
Is but a fake
Definitely
The only fish in a lake


If she loves you,
'tis a love more than love
Funny, her cologne
Makes a dead man inhale
She has this power
Of saints and sinners
Jesus proud,
Saying 'I made her so'


Not just a virgin
Did I mention she's.......
An African Aphrodite
Dark and sweet
Pretty and perfect:
Her front and behind
So irresistible,
Shall be a sinner:
A temptation to commit
Let heavens fall:
My my my! ! I scream,
In a nut shell, she's but poetic..