Love is like a fabic
Woven by nature,
Love is like a fabric.
When on pilgrimage,
Love is like a missionary.
When the lily blossom,
Love is like a flower.
When the sky is blue,
Love is like the moon.
This fabric finely knitted
With me doing the wearing,
I set out for a journey
On pilgrimage to Africa
This flower neatly dressed,
With me doing the holding
My journey is a blessing
To people of Africa
Arriving she shores of Africa
They rejoiced with great merriment
For a flowery fabric
Has reached their shores
Most Virtuous of Women*
My Saharan lady,
Most gentle of women.
Most caring of women;
Most beautiful of women,
Most virtuous of women,
Your great appearance
Makes the eyes of cunning men betray them.
With your jeweled necklace,
You glitter in greenness,
To the amazement of the stars
Welcome me to your hut
Whose door is made of the finest of Cedars
That I may behold the beauty of nature
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfume.
Your beautiful poise in glide supreme,
Gives such a vista honed as from heaven.
Let your heart reflect your beauty,
You are the pride of a noble man
Wazani Ijarafu is an undergraduate student of Education(Maths), Federal
University of Maiduguri, Borno State, Nigeria. He was born in Jos, Plateau
state Nigeria. His poems have appeared on society of young Nigerian
writers, Kalaharireview and else where.He is a Mathematician afraid of
numbers.Socially single, emotionally engaged to poetry. You can follow him
on twitter @Nino_smith_
