Angel Busomoke Emerald is just a perfect match to her name. I know if I wrote about the spark in her eyes – that leads to paradise, many of you would say, “This poet lies. How could such beauty grace an earthly face!”
I totally understand the source of your doubts. I too, like most of you have attended Ugandan schools; with girls whose parents must have been under the influence of some expired substance when naming them. Like a ‘Birungi’ who is in actual sense the ugliest in class. But trust me on this: Angel is an angel, Angel is Emerald.
Her skin complexion is out of this world; at least out of Uganda. Lol. I am quite sure you cannot dispute the glow of her skin-pure. Not forgetting her naturally ruby-red lips. They are the kind that could kiss a freshly dead ‘Don’ back to life.
She loves music; and by love I mean real love. She plays the violin! She could churn your heart to ashes, with one swift rub of ‘stick on strings’.
And for the hangouts, she is the ballroom kind of girl. Enroll for lessons in Salsa, Cha Cha, Merengue, Bachata, or the Congolese Rumba, then you’ll have a chance to sweep her off her feet.
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