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AFRICAN WOMAN

Photo credits: THE ISHOLA'S



By Olajide coker


She is the image of a queen
The apple on the eyes of a king
She is like a beautiful flower
That brings joy every morning
She is loyal every single hour
This keeps my desire burning
She is a woman of prime
The treasure that's so priceless
She is the best of the time
The reason am always timeless
She is the true African Woman
The one that happy's her man
She is so fruitful every season
So to let her down, I'd no reason

She is the image of a queen
The apple on the eyes of a king
My promise is to love her forever
To treat her kindly as a queen
She sings to tell me am her king
So I'd love her forever and ever
She is the light in my dark room
The love of my unbeatable life
She is the only I can make my wife
Because she is really and truly a groom
She is my number one African Woman
The woman of faith and blessings
She is my humble dream woman
The one am loving and never missing
With her, the feeling is so passionate
She is kind and so affectionate

She is the image of a queen
The apple on the eyes of a king
The African Woman is a queen
The desire of every African King
She is a symbol of true passion
The emblem of a love so refreshing
The African Woman is a blessing
The epitome of tender compassion
She is the champion of all mothers
The best kind of a sister and an aunt y
She is the caretaker of the county
The one that supports the fathers
The African Woman deserves honor
She is the keeper of the home
Her beauty reflects in her everything
From her food down to her child care

TBC

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