When i was a small boy, i used to hate every correction especially if it came from my father,
I had a strong belief that women should be respected more than men, but i was wrong!
Both parents are important, they’re the only people who will stand by you in your worst moments,
After anyone else has left, they will grab a seat near you, just to stay with you till daybreak,Summer is here, the trees are losing their leaves yet again,
There is an instant drop of lively plants on the riverbank,
We commence our journey to the farm, winding through the bushy table land,
Father used to let me sit on his neck from behind as we jostled through the woods,Like a young gorilla i would cling on his head to avoid toppling back,
He told me that, son, you see how dry the environs are, that shows you that there’s nothing permanent on earth,
Be humble even at your best moments, the graph of life rises to fall terribly thereafter,
There was a time dad cautioned me on throwing stones at a small bird that was eating chaff near our kitchen,
Although i didn’t kill it, my father was so furious, raising a stern warning not to repeat that act!
He said, you know son, all the living things you can see around are properties of the most high,
From the least to the largest creature on earth, sea or air, belongs to someone so supreme!
Up to present day, those words are still fresh from the back part of my brain,
It’s time i realized dad was always right, i should have listened to his long pieces of advice,
As i approach the third floor in this slippery staircase of human life,
I’ll forever treasure “the peculiar things that my father told me!”