Nigerian Nymphet
Nigerian Nymphet
It was a morning sultry and sullen,
When I came down for a walk.
I hadn't slept well and my eyes hurt
My feet dragged and lacked the sprint.
I forced myself to quicken my pace
Blinked my eyes to clear the haze
I yawned and gazed around .
Something caught my eye:
A few yards away to the the right
Lay a banana grove
Next to a cluster of huts
On a lush grassy patch
Glistening with dew droplets.
On the wet grass there, stood
A girl, four or five years old;
Looking like a doll carved in ebony.
Bare, but for the beads ,woven into numerous braids on her head.
Her profile etched eerily against
The dull Nigerian horizon.
Then all of a sudden, as if
Someone Pressed a button
This doll began to sway
To the tune of a distant strain
Fascinated I stopped not willing to move.
Watching, as her dance progressed gathering momentum.
She swayed and swayed
Faster and faster
Swinging her tiny hips
Lost in herself, gyrating and clapping
Clapping back and forth;
Moving along the melody of the song.
And then, as if on cue
Broke out cool breeze ,cleaving clouds
To let in , first rays of the sun
Filtering through the rustling leaves.
Mesmerized I gazed on
Glued up to the spot
With the magic of her movements
Symbolizing the spirit of Africa.
It was a moment of celestial gaiety
and profound ecstasy.
My spirit soared aloft
On the wings of that little nymphet.
The world had transformed
Imbued with a heavenly hue
My face lit up, my legs flew
And I walked on
With a song in my heart.