Dear Son Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Dear Son!
The little opportunity given to a monkey to wear cloths, does not guarantee it to join the dinning table,
You must honour whosoever that comes on your way.



Dear Son!
Girls are like mangoes, while you are waiting for them to be ripe, others are eating them with salt.
So becareful the way you see girls, they are evil.


Dear Son!
Whoever presents his own head to break coconut would not be able to partake in the eating of it.
The story of the morning roses murders our lives.


Dear Son!
A man who hangs around a beautiful girl without saying a word ends up fetching water for guests at her wedding, you must be honest to yourself always.



Dear Son!
A man who counts his money after withdrawing from the ATM has trust issues, learn to trust all but not all.
If something that was going to chop off your head only knocked off your cap, you should be grateful.



Dear Son!
When a girl has beauty without brains, the Private parts suffer the most in the hands of men of the world And Having them as a best friend is like having Chicken for a pet, You will eat it some day.



Dear Son!
The wolf on the hill is not as hungry as the wolf climbing the hill, becareful with the kind of friend you keep within and those you keep far off.



Dear Son!
Never let negative and toxic people rent space in your head, raise the rent and kick them out.
I think distance makes the heart fonder and happy.



Dear Son!
Life goes on, even if you don't want it to;
Drinking garri doesn't mean you're poor but allowing it to swell before drinking is poverty in the highest.



Dear Son!
The buttocks are like a married couple though there is constant friction between them, they will still love and live together, know you that my words are alive
And they are words that will create your future, tend to them.



(C) john chizoba Vincent