MEMOIR TO MY MZEE

Dad if i couldn't recall that mom gave you me to carry me and feel that am your flesh and blood then am wrong but like every father would do that to feel their children.You watched me grow from that humble infant to a troublesome kid who whenever is out must create trouble for others.You developed a big stick policy that whenever i stray out of line you'd bring me back to the way,the right way you taught me bible from the heroes story of the bible and took me to see Dulose the great Christians ship that sails around the world evangelizing the word of GOD.You introduce me to Charlies Dickens novel collection , Gulliver travel and Oliver Twist .You made me love poetry, history ,theology,geography and reading that today influence large part of my life.You were known by my brothers as a dad who never says anything and anyone never respond but down inside your heart your the best dad had never ask for and the best that u will always gonna be for your love for us was like love of Lioness toward her cubs to an extent no one could never come near them.Thanks dad and i dedicate these happy Fathers day to you .

IN MY FATHERS SHOE

Sometimes i appreciate my father,
Because with him life was no bother,
I couldn't realize much of his shoe,
Like peddle in a dhoe,
He was pure dreamer,
And not a grimmer.

He had a dream to be a theologian,
But not an authoritarian ,
He inspired young children in the village,
Just like in much of his millage,
He was a rock on deep foundation,
Which could build the famous Nation.

Could i, could i,fit on my father's shoe?,
Could i,could i, fit on my father's shoe?.

I try to do theology,
Just like guys who like biology,
I find it more convicing,
And appealing ,
To believe that am his offspring,
Who is on the verge of springing.

Could i , could i ,fit on my father's shoe,
Could i ,could i ,fit om my father's shoe?.