His mother sorrowfully gave birth to him.
We drank wine in excitement and happiness.
Being the first fruit much affection went to him.
I waited for his growth with much eagerness.
My hope lies greatly on this little lad.
He will grow and be a strong man.
To him shall go all I ever had.
He will take charge and be a control man.
He has grown and forgotten us.
He has joined the white man’s train.
He is a disgrace to us.
But was this how he was trained?
When its time he shall come back.
And suffer the lack of what he never provided.
He might not again see our back.
As he may end up frustrated.
By
Bijimi Daniel Meindous.
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