The Stranger Poem by Tony Adah

Under the moonlight
I want to cross over to see a friend
Stainless approaches from the shadows
Of a tree
Looked glittering like the horizon
Of the rising sun.
The hair is braided
A pink blouse adorning black pants
Pink shoes and dangling earrings
Silverish, a gold necklace shinning
From the pouring of the moonbeams.
How're you girl?
You look so cute!
She coyly looked down and then up
The tip of her shoes drawing some
Figures on the ground.
She's so shy like a new wife,
Summoned courage to say good evening
Probing further, she turned her face
Towards me and away saying
Don't spoil me!
Laughter jumped from heart
But I covered it and asked in my mind
Is she made by a carpenter
To be so easily spoiled?
I'd love to know you babe,
Would you mind to walk me up
Across to a friend's place?
I asked pointing to the direction
Of my friend's house.
Nope. I don't mind but you'll excuse
Me to ease myself
She handed me over a big black
Paper bag weighing in my thinking
About three to four kilograms.
It was the last I saw of her
And in that bag
A freshly born baby boy.