Pink Angel
written by: David Olatubosun
@davidolatubosun
And she comes
In her colour of choice [I perceive]
Lips, eyes, ears
Pink, pink, pink
Bag, shoes, fingers
Pink, pink, pink
Cloth- touch of pink
She’s black, tall and elegant
With gracious steps
And voice of an angel
Beauty belongs to Africa
I must tell
Hello pink lady . . .
My hand already in embrace –
a kind embrace with hers
You are mostly blessed-
Blessed of gracious God divine
Thank you sir– I’m Korola, a black lady
From the heart of Nigeria
Coro kẹ̀?
No, Korola.
Ah!
Coro what?
Korola.
I move one metre away
She follows
Then a step backward again
She follows
Now, I must hide my thoughts
And be a man
She speaks like a parrot
For four or five minutes
With no breath
I fear God!
Then, in my tolerance
Standing still
Like the saint Mary’s statue made of marble
But trying to make no further contact
Suddenly, she grabs me,
You think say I get Coro abi?
No na, just to be a man of integrity
In front of a pretty angel
Oh! Thank you sir.
She hugs me
Pecks me in the cheek
Winks at me
And goes her way
Am I in love or trouble?
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