A song to celebrate a Hero, my Hero.
A dance in honour of a Champion, my Champion.
A tribute to the world best dad.
A eulogy for the Prince of Ezemese, progenitor of Obi Dunkwu.
I speak of a Cerebral, his pen made me a poet.
I speak of a Disciplinarian, his whip moulded me.
I speak of a sage with a repository of wisdom, a better man he made me.
I speak of my coach, his sturdy arms held me to take my first steps.
I speak of a colossus, he stands tall like an oak tree.
I speak of a Cat with nine lives, 'Onochie' is his name who survived the lair and clutches of Death.
I sound the gong in honour of a pedagogue, he did not spare the rod.
Seventy salvos for a Valiant, his arms a fortress.
Three scores and ten, yet buoyant and full of vigour like a lad.
For all values you inculcated in us.
For all the tireless toils to put food on the table.
For the endless battles you had to fight to kept us safe.
For the many times your firm hand keep us in line.
For being there under the scorching sun and the cold nights, thank you Dad.
©UCHE NWANZE
29: 01: 2020
12: 45PM
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A worthy son of a noble father has written. I feel your appreciation to your loving and disciplinarian father. Beautiful
Thank you worthy friend