Epassy

The short stopper

Who is always

In command,

The free-kick quagmire

Whose excellence

On attackers

Breath fiery frustrations.

You drain attackers’

Adrenaline

As they, with quaking

Pants,

struggle to your net,

Like the interior

Of a virgin,

penetrate.

When in the goal

You stand,

Robust and bold,

Many you see

As the sprinting hungry

Lion

Ready to

on his prey, pounce.

From the enveloping

mists,

you strolled,

And wandered your way

Into the hearts

Of Cameroonians.

You rayed bright,

Setting an unbeatable

record

As Cameron, the first

African nation to beat Brazil

In a World Cup,

Becomes.

Epassy, you’re the

Happy-ever-after

Kind of tale

That injects orgasmic

Pleasure,

No wonder, sweet lasses

You toss.

Your mesmerizing

saves,

Balance, composure,

Deftness and touches,

All beautiful marvels

That the world

Choked,

Ferry aesthetic chills

That spin their way

To the skin of

our emotions.

You're a legacy of legends.