Apologies My Parents Poem by Lungelo S. Mbuyazi

Be hold, my son.

These customs does not warranties
Customised parenthood and families;
I know what the culture permits,

Wives must have three or five kids
But these modern wives carry careers;
Married woman to stay at home
But these modern wives works overtime;

Polygamy and not polyandry
But is monogamy hard to setisfy?

Organised marriages,
Because your father was a chief.
How do I know that I love him?
How do you know she loves me for me?

Don't tell him
'That you're of a working class and grown
Now it's time, you must be married
Now that all your collegual friends are'

But, my son,
Know that because you are my son,
You must not follow such fallacies