By Tikum Mbah Azonga
She did things her own way
Always
A beauty which none could equal
Yet a woman no man would approach.
Now that the poor woman is away
We have all become preys
Perhaps all we want to do is appal
Otherwise, why could none pin the brooch?
Copyright 2010
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