Kristine has just revealed
Amidst torrents of undiluted accolades
Am worried, the first letter
Sounds so fetish and predictable
They all concurred
Like an oath conjured in haste
I insist;
Now am really blushing
Never mind, you can’t feel it
I have remained blackness anyway
Must still serve humility
Remain strictly only the same
Most of all
A man can receive nothing
Except it be given him
From heaven.
© Chinedu Jonathan Ichu
Poets for World Peace 