Louis Egbe Mbua
She is the one with the smooth hair silky
So created as to flow down as smoothly
As coated feathers of the plumed doe-eyed;
Black and sparkling as though in painted flocks
By the ambidextrous hand of the art skilled
In placed talents on the Sistine ceiling
Chapel of angels and heaven it shows.
Her temple is a pure workman’s sleight hand,
The colour of the face of pure worked bronze;
Her eyes the colour of the hair the same,
Round, perfect clear charms like a disc fitted
Into an Egyptian painting plastered
On the walls of the palace of Pharaoh,
Her nose like the sculptured end to follow
Pointing down as opposite to the end
Of the Empire State buildings glory blazed,
Her lips dripping with full nurtured honey;
And voices from the lips like an angel
Descending from heaven’s gift to all men,
The height of proportion has she in blend,
And the mystery of beauty of ratio emphasised
From head to toe, her beauty surpasses
All women on earth, in fashion famous
Waist as slim and bosom in magnitude
As though carved off the moulded human clay,
All as pleasing as was Rachel of old,
In form and manners nature exquisite
For beautiful women always return.
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What a wonderful essay Mr Mbua.Keep the spirit,and I pray for your safety.Am very proud of people like you,the International community is taking notice of all,thanks to writings like this,which contain alot of evidence.Biya feels it,his advicers know,it's time Southern Cameroons is free,even France and Britain can not stop it.
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