Happy Birthday,Chioma

Before you came, the world was fine —
fine like jollof with no smoke,
fine like a party with no music,
fine like a laugh with no joke.

Then August 1st said, watch this —
and there you were, my upgrade, my glow,
lighting up every room you enter
like the world was yours to know.

You laugh until the room gives up,
you remember things I lose,
you’re so kind it’s honestly unfair —
if loving you’s a crime, I refuse

to ever behave myself again.
So bring the cake, the song, the sun —
it’s Leo season, Chi Baby,
and you’re the only one.

I love you with my whole chest —
today, tomorrow, always, through.
The world got better when you landed.
Happy birthday. It’s all for you.