Ayisha

Ayisha
Your veil unveils
The pulchritude of beauty
Like the rains  that
Purges a precious rocks of dirt
To install stars in her flesh

I see in your face memories
Of my childhood days
When every scene engraved
Smiles on my tender soul

Your lips golden---
Painted with koranic verses
Amplified by your virtuous life

Your footprints
I see on path to the Mosque
Glowing five times in a day

Come Ayisha
Come and sing to me
The 99 names of Allah

Come
Teach me to recite
The shahaddah!
That I can go to see Baba
And inquire about  the dowry

©Sarpong Kumankoma