Sade is a study in cool, effortless style. At 51, she still rocks her trademark ponytail, with just the right amount of red lipstick applied to her full lips. Her playful freckles invite a lingering gaze. Her lithe frame reveals only a hint of the womanly curves that motherhood and father time have added.
Helen Folasade Adu. She is our Mona Lisa. Our "Soldier of Love." Mysterious. Alluring. She reminds me of the poem "Karintha" -- my favorite passage from Jean Toomer's Harlem Renaissance classic, Cane.
Karintha is a woman. She who carries beauty, perfect as dusk when the sun goes down.
Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon,
O cant you see it, O cant you see it,
Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon
...When the sun goes down
Image credit: Sony Records
Helen Folasade Adu. She is our Mona Lisa. Our "Soldier of Love." Mysterious. Alluring. She reminds me of the poem "Karintha" -- my favorite passage from Jean Toomer's Harlem Renaissance classic, Cane.
Karintha is a woman. She who carries beauty, perfect as dusk when the sun goes down.
Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon,
O cant you see it, O cant you see it,
Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon
...When the sun goes down
Image credit: Sony Records
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