Asoebi

Asoebi is a dream, birthed into a world

Of ankara, lace and guinea.

 It is rich fabrics of sage green and royal purple,

And torsos sculpted for occasion,

Enveloped in spangled baby pink,

 Burgundy and burnt gold.

Asoebi are ideas that find wondrous expression

In diadems of fila and the crowning glory of gele.

It is that which achieves concretisation

In the thoughts and hushed conversations

 Of excited sisterhoods and neurotic mothers.

Asoebi is an explosion of celestial blue and dazzling azure

Brought into being by eager pockets

With furrowed brows.

It is the submission to iro and buba,

Tailored to the glory of curves

Elevated on Louboutins and the like.

Asoebi is the unflinching herald of uniform, family

And life’s close friendships…

It is the promise that rose red will again be embellished

With beautiful neck pieces, waxy smiles

And pouts haughty, as well as demure.