TO MY SON: ALAO
It was just sixty
years ago
When men were
still boys
With strength
flowing
Like electric
current
No support no
parent
No
inheritance no sandals
Still worked up my
wealth
Without scandals
The one they
despise
Is now confirmed
to be wise
Even my alake omo oni
rice
Left and saw me
rise
The rich and the
endowed
The wise and the
learned
All sitting on the
same chair
To commend the boy
that was condemned
I walked my way to
wealth alone
But no kobo i own
is spent alone
Even the men i
used to owe
All came back to
borrow
So my son
You will work
But not the
journey
Or the work would matter
Because you will
work to avoid being worked
By Olaoye Q Damilola
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