Ofure!

There are women of value
Who shake the heavens
There are women of valor
Of whom without, great men wouldn't be at war

There are others so full of character
They walk like peacocks in unending swagger
Still yet, there are most
Who claim to be as the Lord of host

Once upon a time I met Momoh Isi  Ofure
I secretly call her Oyiri Nne'm (looks like my mother,)
She's one lady who doesn't walk with a swagger
Of the best poise;  she walks as though there isn't danger

A woman of valor
Of whom kings approach for wisdom to abate wars.
A treasure of inestimable value
Her prayers alone, move the heavens

True to a cause
Her mind remains focused despite wind gusts
She serves the Lord of host
Of her,  the devil dares not boast

A seasoned artist
One might wonder where she learnt it
A mother at heart
May the sun, moon and stars lead you to the "promised land"