My Wins, My wins, My wins

Dear Vee,
The only daughter of Bonny
The granddaughter of Baye
Great granddaughter of Kaburuk,
I salute you with the horn of dragons
You whose dreams are covered in gold and diamonds
You whose finger could lace your shoes at the age of two
You who fed on words in a twisted tale of umblical chords
You whose peers are a square peg for your roundedness
You’re the glazed light in your mother’s eyes
The hidden joy in her bossom
The last prayer she whispers before her head touches her pillow
Your head is buried in pages of knowledge
You hold the torch for bards to come
The on air personality
The script writer
The story teller
The communicator
You are rooted in laughter and smiles in an endless loop
Challenges charge at you and get broken
You who wear 30 like a joy ride
The elixir of youthfulness
The people magnet
Lover, friend, mother sister, sweet star
See how far your feet have come
I see how much effort you’re making,
Your next phase is the victory feat.
Sincerely, yours!

Vera