119 YEAR OLD FATHERS CHILD
by Messenjah
I am 119 years of age, and one day away from my last birthday
So this is an invite to help blow my last candle away
I write this for you
I write this to you
Right now as I write I try to make things right,
I just wish I could get this pen to make things write!
You know me quite well, I am a popular Bible figure, right?
Well allow me to introduce myself, I am the prodigal son.
My father knew me as:
An infant
Delicate, small
Crying, crawling and laughing
Loving comfort and security
A baby.
A school child
Curious and inquisitive
Learning, growing and playing
Enjoying the simplicity of life
A pupil.
A teenager
Experimental and adventurous
Seeking, voyaging and searching
Seeking identity in and out
An adolescent
An adult
Grounded and Responsible
Earning, working and building
Protecting the things around him
A grown up
Reflecting on my infantile days I recollect when you held me in your arms and told me
I am my father’s child
I remember you told you me about how you put your giant finger in my tiny little baby palm and said
I am my father’s child
I remember when you let go of the bicycle when you taught me how to ride it
You bandaged my scrapped knee when me and the ground collided
You taught me so much from your experiences when you’d share your stories
We sang our favourite songs when you took me on car rides
You told me
I am my father’s child
You dropped me at school and smiled whenever I passed
Called me a genius with an ovation and claps
Corrected me whenever I went my own way and strayed
Showed me love when I couldn’t love myself in anyway
You told me
“I am my father’s child
“But I dishonoured you, cried out for my inheritance that didn’t belong to me
The whole world is familiar with my treacherous story
I rebelled, hailed the stories of other kids and thought you were wrong
I was more inclined to social media trends than the place I came from
Despite you telling me
“I am my father’s child
“I camped in the wilderness of liquor streams and shisha trees
Vaping grass and spiked leaves
A weed breeze and women to please, soaked as clouds drain
Alcoholic drizzles and I went singing in the rain
Despite you telling me
“I am my father’s child
“When the storms came in and I shared the same pride as swine
I knew that I made the mistake of a lifetime
I realised I was a long way from home
I realised just how far I had gone
Away from the one who told me
“I am my father’s child
“I ran home, though I knew I couldn’t face the face of the one who pulled my age to what it was
My greed had successfully built indestructible Jericho walls
But you hugged me, your hug marched around my heart and showed me it was enough
To dissolve the rebellious barricade and turn my walls to dust
You told me
“I am my father’s child”
I am 119 years of age, and one day away from my last birthday
My son wrote this to me before he passed on, just when I invited him to help blow my last candle away
I never regretted telling my son he would always be his father’s child
My wrinkled face smiled, with the little energy I had left
We blew out our last candle at the same time, and we were both laid to rest.
4 comments
Kondwani simwaba - 5 February 2018 09:32
Good write up MessenJah, one can never be disappointed at reading such wonderful work…. Thank you for sharing…
#KingTMC*
Mwaps - 6 February 2018 10:06
Brilliant absolutely brilliant
Safeli M - 6 February 2018 16:50
Thumbs up.
Davison vee Kay Mwale jr - 6 February 2018 22:30
awesome words of art bro .really painted it ….This is awesome