Christabel, tall and slim,
A beauty that never grows dim,
With skin as rich as ebony,
She moves with grace, oh so heavenly.

Her eyes shine like stars in the night,
Her smile is a beacon of pure light,
And when she walks, it's like a dance,
A rhythm that captivates, a hypnotic trance.

She's a queen in her own right,
A vision of loveliness, a sight,
And when she speaks, her voice is sweet,
Like a symphony, a melodious treat.

Christabel, tall and slim,
A goddess that makes the heart swim,
A treasure that Nigeria holds dear,
A beauty that we all revere.

© Mobo's Diary