Her Royal Highness!

Today I found myself with little or nothing to do. So I decided to spend some time stalking blogs. I must say as I read through the various blogs, I couldn't help but appreciate something I have known for a while but probably never publicly declared...Naija babes are off the hook!
So I dedicate this blog to the ladies in blogworld...your blogs are inspiring...they've increased my desire to be a better person, they've helped in bringing into focus whats important, given me a greater appreciation of how talented you are and best of all, they've given me a greater appreciation of what you stand for, why you act the way you act, think the way you think and say the things you say.

Her beauty leaves you speechless
As she swings her beautiful chocolaty brown, smooth skin,
You can’t help but turn
Turn to appreciate this work of art the creator spent enormous time crafting

Her beauty engulfs the room
For the period of her stay, it’s like we are in a room alone
Nothing else matters, nothing else exists
Her beauty is scintillating,
Her eyes say “I am all you need”
Those lovely brown eyes
Void of mascara,
Void of make-up
My naija beauty

Her beauty leaves foreigners yearning
Could turn a gay man straight
Who can blame them?
Her body is out of this world
Proportionally shaped
Clearly displaying her assets
And playing down her debts


My naija beauty isn’t just beautiful
Her ambition leaves you content
Content because you know regardless of the crowd, she holds her own
Her drive and motivation are second to none
She can talk about most things
Gossip about anything
The constant intertwining of Pidgin English, her local dialect with the queen’s English
Leaves me yearning to kiss her lips
Not out of lust but rather in remembrance of this rare ability


Her sense of dressing is impeccable
Be it in her traditional garb,
Or in her business suit
Or in those jeans that accentuate her WMD
If colors could speak they’d want to be Nigerian
Her ability to blend those colors is incomparable
Matching that strange looking bag to those pointed shoes
One would think it was custom-made for her

You always know she’s got your back
She’s your Bonnie
Your ride or die chick
She’ll always have your back at time of war
Even if most times she starts the war and the war is against you.

My naija beauty

the epitome of strength,

the definition of a woman

filled with enough passion

to give a white man rhythm.

the embodiment of culture

the gatekeeper of love.

My naija Beauty