Bolanle is a reason my cup is always filled with joy,
her black skin glows, her hair so tough
like the spirit of men who gave birth
Amarachi is a name, my tongue
blesses my heart with peace at the call
of this African beauty,
tell her I crave her love in my heart,
I crave her warmth on a cold night,
I crave her body on days I wish
to be man enough.
Sanu Nana Hawau,
you are a vine, every day
I pray that the sun up North
never stop finding you precious;
your oblong face, your pointed nose,
and those innocent eyes reflecting
the beauty of your heart.
call a Black woman beautiful,
call an African woman a queen.