DIDACTIC: "SON, WHEN YOU ARE GROWN" BY WEKESA

Son, I don't know if you will ever exist

Just in case you will

then am not afraid to let you know this

that this world is neither your mother nor your father 

son, stay away from idlers 

but you can keep hustlers 

let them not cheat 

but let them be a tool to teach

son when you are grown 

marry no knife but a wife 

son just in case time slaps 

let no tear fall on the ground 

for it will awaken me

son go for women with substance

not those of circumstance

many have killed and they are guilty 

son some ladies are walking germ

they can spit on your face

son when you are grown 

quarrel no man 

go for men with concept 

Not those with biceps

son when you are grown

my time has gone 

i leave the responsibility to look after your mother 

and forget not your father's mother 

son when you are grown 

let those who fail you go

many have killed and they are guilty 

son they have killed the dreams son

they have killed talents son

they have killed morals before the son

Dedi fr Min Health Kenya my Mum

WEKESA

The poet persona advises her son on living a good life, with being useful to his personal self and the society.