Profile & Biography : “Miss Kebbi Ugochi Ihezue” Winner MBGN 2017
Let’s Discuss more on the Profile & Biography Winner MBGN 2017 (Most Beautiful Girl In Nigeria) Miss Kebbi by name Ugochi Ihezue , Her birthday is on the 16th of August.
She is also one of the Beth model management agents
Her Full Name is Ugochi Mitchel Ihezue
Read Her Camp Headlines Before winning the MBGN 2017.
Camp day 5; poem presentation
Let me tell you about someone I saw today
Walking through the sea of green in which she stood
Unsure about who she was, I searched for a clue, a fruit perhaps
And then I found it, I found everything.
She was not the most magnificent of trees but she had this sturdiness, like she had been standing there for a while
Her hair was a flash of colour, it was algae green with a spray of yellow and patches of brown
A gentle breeze in subtle chaos danced through her leaves and they sang
A sweet seducing melody as old as time
It lured me to her bosom.
They sang about the birds they’ve seen
About the rains that fell like swarovski crystals from the skies
About men who have fallen dead beneath them
About the years and the ages turned into stone
Hundreds of withered leaves littered her feet like the ripped pages of a history textbook written in brown ink
Her waist heavily beaded, with brown beads of snow
Rich like the ever flowing rivers of the Sahara
From the corners of my eyes, I caught her staring at me
With eyes that shone like a thousand fireflies
She stared at me like she knew me, like she loved me
A love greater than love
I knew I had seen her before for she made me feel whole
I knew I had loved her once for I felt that familiar song well up in the womb of my soul
I knew I was once her fruit
I know i am her fruit
My painting was inspired by the beautiful La campagne Tropicana
Black and a patch of blue, the colour of an over ripe avocado
The colour he loves painting on her face with
White, the dress she wore when he swore to love her forever.
The colour of her believing heart
Black, when her father died and she was sold like a brood mare
White, the colour of her baby girl’s face
Black, the colour of her mother’s hair
The colour of her mother’s scalp after the hair was forced off
Black is the dance her feet was forced to burden, a dance of death
White is a dream, a dream she thinks about
It is a place , a place she longs for. A place far from the madding crowd
Tonight she shall go there, towards the river
With her babe strapped on her back
She shall head towards the river, the gateway to white
She shall fill her clothes with rocks and make an everlasting ripple on that river
For white is beyond the river
See Her Full Pictures Below.