The beautiful queen.

I use to know a village beauty ..........

She was the most beautiful girl in the whole village
Her breast was like that of two ripe round watermelon
Her teeth was like the inner part of the coconut
Her waist was round  and full
Her laughter was a sweet melody to the heart

Then the suitors started coming....
People came from afar to seek her hand in Marriage...
One day we woke to a piercing scream, that single scream shattered the whole village

A certain young man with skin like of the banana peel from the land beyond the seas crept in while we were sleeping and defiled our beautiful one..
The rape and torture was every night, we could not stand the scream any longer.....
We demanded for our beautiful one back and they gave her back to us, battered and shattered...

The young men have tried to fix her up, but we still hear her screaming and crouching like a wounded Lion!
They keep taking and taking from her..

Lion.. You say, a Lion will always remain the king of the Jungle...
Our beautiful one deserves someone that can make her stand tall and erect, we want to hear that beautiful laughter that always brought ray and sunshine in our village.

But it takes a man with a heart of gold and steel all two combination in one...
Where can we find such man...

Nigeria my beautiful queen... Where can we find such man.


Lol, decided to write a poem, hope it is ok...