Queen of My WORLD
Better yet, My 'Angel', just one WORD
Her words like honey when She CONVERSE
When I bug Her with My needs, She gladly OBLIGE
And all acts of indiscipline, off She CHOPS
My household coordinator, like the body and its CORD
When the Family DIVERGE
Her rays of light makes it again CONVERGE
With Her by Me, how would I not grow FORWARD
For She is My inspiration, never to the World am I a COWARD
A Pillar to the Kids, even when They go in a direction REVERSE
How can I pay but pray for heavenly treasures in Her RESERVE
If I am the Buhari the President
Then She's not in a political drama nor CONTEST
Only to the Women, a MODEL
My African Woman, the Queen of My World
The Queen of My kitchen, My living ROOM
And indeed za oza ROOM
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