My Juliet Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Who said the beautiful ones are not born?
Maybe Ayi Kwei Armah lived in the past
With a blurred vision
Worse than blind eyes

There are Doctors
And there is "The Doctor"
A Doctor of class and style
Her presence evokes joys
Joys unlimited

Our meeting was serendipitous
Orchestrated by the hand of Divinity
I watched her smile as she approached
With a sweet fragrance
Made from the finest and purest of flowers

Declaring her manifesto
I saw beauty with brains
A Doctor turned HR Specialist
Waoh! What a way to make a living
Suddenly i remembered
She took the Hippocratic oath

What more ASSURANCE can be pledged
Than a get-away in Burj Al Arab
A serene atmosphere
With a rendition by Bruno Mars
Singing "Just the way you are"
As the waves sways in line

Dapper in her peach jumpsuit
With a finely crafted nude slip-on
Flanked by her dinky dog named Coco
She walked by gracefully
As i made to call
My phone rang
It was all a dream

If this really was a dream
I don't want to wake up
Afterall, out of the abundance of the heart
The mouth speaks

An intelligentia per excellence
A lover of man and God
Thank you for being you
A part of us that fits our misfits

Before i return to Strategy
This is just a poem
To celebrate a Medical colossus
That has permeated our lives
With an aroma of hope
A future of ASSURANCE