fate mcfate (03/12/1991 / eldoret)
In a deep voice, I heard her speak
son, respect a woman...a woman
young, old, midwife, single or schoolgirls
for life is in their hands.
She ain't a victim of exploitation
neither ATM slot to discard cards
but a gold-mine of treasures
for legends lies in their wombs
Blessings are in their mouths, my son
so do curses
worse are their laments on you
for angels watches their tears day and night.
so son respect a woman.
They have golden hearts, so precious son,
the origin of their love, Oh! Son, true love
and their joy is a robust bolster
the secret of every successful man.
You'll marry someday son
love her from heart not mind
she'll be devoted to you always
and you'll be a happy husband always
a father to my grandchildren
Oh! Son I long for that day.
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