That day was a rainy,
Fantastic and funny
Day. That Friday went fast,
As it was the very last
Day in our living room
To discuss with our
Granddad. It was a random
Day, where hour after hour
The talk could not finish,
The laugh could not vanish
And even our ill Granddad
Got energetic and glad
To spend the whole day
Advising us about life,
Telling us the way
Many people are a knife
Which you can use for
Lots of your needs or,
It can be used to injure
You, and how the nature
Requires vigilance,
Speed in any circumstance
To live really longer
By knowing how to get stronger.
He lastly, Granddad, said:
'My children, I'm not afraid
To go now. I'm keen that
Behind me, as we sat
And also discussed,
I'm leaving real men,
Unbreakable men I've blessed!
I'm leaving wise and good women
Who would extremely bright
Their husbands and delight
Their whole families. But
Be careful when you're about
To make your choice. Do not
Get blinded by the external
Or outer attraction, sparkling of lot
Of people. Only the internal
Or inner beauty unites everybody
In the family around the melody
Of the strongest harmony,
This's my own and only testimony.
A prettier woman is similar
To a sweet flower that is popular
And attracts bees not by its Beauty
And softness but by the high quality
Of what it produces. A beautiful
Woman is exactly like a river
That shares its water to whoever
In need regardless their harmful
Intention. She is also a philosopher
Who always finds solutions to any
Problem that makes her family suffer.
Be more careful, my children, many
People nowadays are so fake,
Hypocrite, evil and perverse. Take
Your time to choose the right person
To avoid crying and dramas, my son.
Marriage, in Africa, makes two
Families become together
As one, strong community whether
One likes it or not. I'm going to
Rest. My children, your success,
Your happiness and your progress
Would strongly assure my pride,
Joy where I'd be like a loved bride'.
Every time, trough his advice, care
And love, I wish I could remain by
His side forever to say goodbye
To problem in life and nightmare,
As he was a baobab that disappeared,
A library that got burnt and a big river
That dried. He was a professional driver
Of solutions to any matter that I feared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Granddad's advise matters and it is a nice poem.