In a poverty-stricken neighborhood there she elegantly stood. Brilliant & shining beneath the sun like an Egyptain idol organic, healthy looking & vital The manifestation of her aura was pure essence, indeed a spiritual allegorical engulfed her presence. Her face so youthful & rare it caused every man to stop & stare, She became the atmosphere of mystery & admiration like some sacred voodoo shrine belonging to a Yourba nation. Her ebony skin was like soft Indian silk regal like dark coffee without the milk, her deep ocean eyes were the reflection of her beautiful phsyical expression When she walked she walked with a soft air that spoke of grace & flair. She was indeed lovely as a gazelle so natural like spring water from a well, It was easy to see that she was heaven sent. There was something about her so exotic & potent. Like a garden of wild violet flowers as she mystically exhibited her inner powers without a touch of egotism. When she spoke her words were harmonious, & her excessive polite behavior was ceremonious, when she gently touched my hand I felt her flame as she sweetly told me that Namibia was her name.