Do Me The Honours Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Our story has a story.
It sounds cliche, but honest
You are my pride, my heroine.

The power of love is so strong
It makes out your voice in the midst of plenty
Wait, till you here her sing.

Not even in the times of my father
Nor the times of the ones before him
Has the earth seem a damsel like you

From your breast of wisdom alone will I drink
And take courage from your strength
In your altar alone will I worship forever

In your eyes are collaborations yet unfulfilled
In your loins, my generation yet unborn
Please, do me the honours. Will you?