The girl I met wore caramel brown braids
Too short for back-length braids yet too long for box braids
And they did complement her complexion
More like lighting her sandy brown skin tone
That mix turn up her captivating and charming appeal

And she wore black planar bata ngomas
The ones I associate with my mother’s long journeys
Quite interesting to see her confidently adorn them
I wonder what rules she rolls by
She does seem to carry herself with a scratch of simplicty

Does she know that she’s as pretty as a flower?
Have they, from the other gender, told her?
And how do I do without appearing unpolished?
Because if it is beauty she’s fine as rainbow appearing after a rainstorm
And her charm as captivating as the sunset over the Indian ocean

I once heard that simplicity is the ultimate sophistication
In her black and white uniform, she spreads magic to my eyes
Everything she adorns is put under a spotlight
Including her earrings that tell a story of the day
She’s does compliment everything around her