There’s a guy, son of a man
Not yet a man, but a man child
Yet to walk the world’s paths
Nonetheless, a man he is
He now talks bout ice cream, lollies,
canoes, bicycles, and a chance
To fly with the clouds, and
watch
The World from his perspective
Not yet a man, this son of a man
Yet to know this majestic world’s
Grace, splendour, and wrinkles of love,
Perhaps hisses of storms will do him well
And he is already on the roll;
Fluent with his tongue cheeky,
A way with words – his beauty,
And with a voice mighty golden
He isn’t much of a man, nor a boy,
Oh a guy he is nevertheless,
And a bloody good one at it
He is a man child, indeed!
And does what a son of a man does
Dance his way around – not once
His muscles small but active
The stamina, perseverance; name it!
His beauty, not much of an angle’s
But he is an angle without wings
With dream better than an angle’s
And a hallo to be reckoned with
He isn’t much of a gentleman
Nor much of a mighty man
But he’s gentle as gentle can ever be
And mighty as mighty can ever be
There’s a guy, son of a man
Not yet a man, but a man child
He is a guy nonetheless and
He is my dearest son!
Jeff Febi
For my son Nalepa Diou Febi
