Forgotten Dairies
Kefee, The Branama Queen: A Poem
The Branama Queen, you were an angel,
Your voice would break every infidel,
And yes, you sang so well,
Of your songs I will forever tell.
Born in Sapele in nineteen eighty,
You grew and became weighty.
The world heard your name,
Every lip spread your fame.
And when you took the stage,
With lyrics from your page,
Right from that Sapele village,
You proved music is not by age.
The Branama Queen, you were an angel,
Your voice would break every infidel,
And yes, you sang so well,
Of your songs I will forever tell.
Eight years just like yesterday,
Since you passed away,
It is said to be lung failure,
That put an end to your tenure.
Eight years later I put pen to paper,
With your story no one can tamper,
And in this month of September,
Your great history I remember.