Poetry

Of becoming a Man

When I was a child,
There was little I knew about how I came into existence
Little did I know about what it takes to exist,
I simply became me and thought not much about my being,
I only knew that I was being and Mum and Dad were the closest elderly beings to me.

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It was innocent for me to see mum share a room with dad
for that was normal and  besides its what I found being,
I recalled of days when mother’s nutritious warm embrace was my moment of relief from hunger,
Only until when my other siblings came along,
That I was served less of her glass of warm motherly embrace.

With time, my crawling siblings grew to walk and joined my club,
So we walked the whole house with a mandate of breaking glass and collecting spoil,
We mastered the corners of the house, and left no table unturned
Playing games and watching TV as the Ugandan broadcasters willed,
We loved the animations not forgetting pingu and the laughters of DIdi the comedian.

On becoming boys, we loved and learnt the house of music,
We sung the do ray me far saw… in memory of the lullabies mother sung to us,
We played hide and seek in holidays as we counted down the days to school,
Leaving home was always dreaded for it separated us from the mother’s spontaneous love,
Not forgetting Dad’s reprimand and discipline sessions that sent us seeking mum’s embrace.

The embrace was there but not all time, mum sometimes denied us for dad to grill,
Cause a spanking will groom us for the great destiny up ahead,
And the wise man had spoken that spare the rod and spoil the child
So they acted like the manual of raising a man had directed,
And we were spanked amidst hidden smiles of love beheld by them  in the heart.

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Little did we know that time had been faithful,
We had grown beards and the girls amidst had turned beautiful with breasts,
The men spoke with voices that scared thunder in a rain storm,
As the girls sweetly softly seduced all manly creatures that surrounded.
We in no time realised that we had to leave the nest.

So dad, the alpha male in the home wished us good byes of no return to his mansion,
Saying that men, you have become men,
Beards you have grown and deep thundering voices you have attained,
An education I have availed with resources to support till the harvest, And boys, you have become men for you are now fit to fend for yourselves.

I shall see you gladly vacate my mansion with destiny and vision,
For you have confidently attained an identity and peace of self confidence,
You can clearly spell and pronounce your names both in the native and foreign,
And I am glad to say that I have raised a man right from tender hood,
Please walk out, find a wife and behold another child that you should gladly raise,
You have now gladly become a man.

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  2. Dennis

    March 16, 2015 at 5:47 pm

    Hhahahahhaha…interesting!!!!

  3. Tuusah

    April 13, 2015 at 4:25 pm

    Shawn brother this is a master piece sounding like my own story. We share the same story and thanks for the poetry

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