A Beautiful Flower Poem by Moto Wamwanga

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.