My sweet ones, although I know you not,
You must be wondering; how was our old man back then?
Rest assured I was not spotless,
Like any other young males out there in majority
I grew up like every other naïve boy
I made the commonest of mistakes and my old man never ceased to crack the whip!
Son, my whip will crack if you walk in unlit paths
I don’t expect you to be extra ordinary but
I will raise you in an extra ordinary way to give you an upper hand.
My daughter, just like many ladies I know
A father is closer to his daughter,
I may not know much about a lady’s life but I have lived long enough to see;
I will want to see you grow and turn to a sweet young lady
With her norms and believes intact
I will not stop reminding you to respect and listen to your mother,
I will always look out for both of you because you will be my future then.
When you are old enough and am very old a couple of grandsons and granddaughters
Will be a family inheritance
I can’t wait to see how the drama of life unfolds,
See you soon