The Woman With The Golden Gown

By Louis Egbe Mbua

In Bona was she well born and lived.
In Tana had she worked hard to thrive;
In peace with no game of note beguiled,
To play but treasures and love provide,
The brilliant, lonely and only child;
And her only begotten joy and pride,
Who is sure: eager to take her side.

The first day of Easter was she born,
To a town of treasures was she gone,
For happiness and to make her mark:
And find where she can be a neat clerk
So may she have a living nice and good,
And to work hard into the golden goose;
To deliver the well-earned batch of goods.

In the beginning the work wasn't easy,
As was she surprised to be so busy.
The first day was she told to do her job,
But the scene so tense made her sob,
So decided her to try the next day
In paradox: did she toil everyday;
In boldness: she always had her say.

In work she was a first; and won,
In countless: many ways than one;
On the flowery and sunny day of May,
Whilst standing on the clear coastal quay
So receive her shining golden crown;
Putting on the precious golden gown
For all a woman to see and sing.

And all a man to heave a sly sigh,
By the endless beauty: sky blue sea;
Seen on the round and revolving earth;
From Space; no obstructing hill or heath:
All places in the world high and low
To cloud the priceless bright golden glow;
From the woman with the golden gown.