I see and admire the landscape placed right in front of me,
It was a beautiful young maiden
In her early 20s, black as beauty,
Her long, packed hair, soft as silk,
Her smile that radiates like the sun,
The flexibility of her waist is bonafide.
I come closer to drink from her calabash
But the guard brings me back to reality,
I find eyes on me,
Some thinking Im going nuts
Some think Im barmy
Others concluded that I was a psychopath.
I gave back a sullen look at the maiden who deceived me
And back at the crowd,
I searched for the entrance,
And left the stage.
THE PAINTING BY ONYINYE MGBATOGU
