I render this advice
On a plater of wisdom
I pluck it from
The numerous new yam
Festivals I have seen
From the much pepper
That has beaten my tongue
Follow my footsteps, my son
You may scowl
But what is left in you
To be the gift to your own Children?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Continue to soar and perhaps higher still, certainly wisdom resonates this poetic delight.....