Again! Moses presents you with a narrative poem that reiterates the place of integrity in various aspects. He indirectly heralds our core values as Africans by painting an imagery of a ‘father-son’ kinda interaction that happens from generations to another. Here:
Those days
Times when every truth sold
When honesty was truly the best policy
Times our philadelphia was high
Now, all is not
For all happened
When i was your age
Those evenings we sat
At granny’s feet we listened
Stories of our heritage
We wanted to know who we really are
Now, all is not
All happened
But when i was your age
Times, seasons
Every penny, with contentment spent
Worth our sweat
Not inferior, not superior, every fellow
Nobody was a nobody
Not the same today
Those happened
But when i was your age
All days gone
Betrothed by parents, we grew
Friends without had we
valued priceless and high
Virginity
Now different
As all happened
When i was your age
Daddy’s words
Now, what life was
He was my age
Great those times
I smelt, i imagined
Dad was my age, older
Tomorrow, i will tell Little
What life is
When i become dad’s age today.