Ronkeh

They knew when Ronke had arrived.

No, she did not seek attention,

just that elegance followed her like perfume.

as though Victoria Island itself had stepped through the door,

draped in silk and gold,

carrying the scent of ambition and ocean air.

Layer upon layer of sculpted fabric,

sweeping outward in graceful folds,

framing her face with the grandeur of a royal crown.

less of an accessory, more of a declaration—

tribute perhaps, to the women who came before her,

who understood that dignity could be worn as beautifully as silk.