Baskadia

Asake, my beauty icon, oh how you shine,

In your presence, all beauty seems to align.

From the shores of Lagos to the Serengeti's grace,

Your radiance lights up this vast African space.

Your skin, like ebony, smooth as silk it glows,

As the African sunsets in shades of crimson and rose.

Your eyes, like the stars, twinkle in the night,

Guiding lost souls with their gentle light.

Your smile, infectious, a beacon of hope,

In a world full of darkness, your laughter helps us cope.

Asake, your beauty's a reflection of our land,

African heritage, strong and grand.

Your hair, a crown of coils and curls,

A testament to the strength of African girls.

You wear it proudly, a symbol of pride,

In your beauty, African culture can't hide.

My beauty icon, you stand tall and bold,

In your presence, African stories are told.

You inspire us all to love what we see,

In the mirror, reflecting our own beauty.

In your name, we find strength to embrace,

The beauty within, our African grace.

Asake, my beauty icon, forever you'll be,

A symbol of pride for all to see.