A man can build himself with the work of his hands,
with the words of his mouth and the sweat of his brow.
He can maintain his pride and brush his mane for as long as he holds his head up high.
A man is built of steel, he knows whats good for him and will fight the evil that comes close to him.
His pride may not allow him to see the path that brought him to the highest cliff.
But his inexpressive heart is ever grateful to the soil that built his throne.
He looks not on the past with shame. He sees it as the staircase to the highest floor.
He looks forward not only with dreams but with the pieces that build these dreams in his eyes.
If his eyes close one day, he will go in peace, knowing at every moment that all that could be done is done.
If his eyes close at the hour when he is least prepared, his soul will be back to achieve his dreams in his sons.
And his sons will make him proud he hopes, they will complete him.
But lest they turn to be more of the opposite gender, he shan't expect as much.
As for his daughters, he hopes to live to see them married, to the sons of the highest of the clan.
To the real men of the land.
And he prays to the Gods of the earth and sky to give them children and good health.
For their prosperity is the prosperity of their kind.
If this man cannot live to receive all the titles of his land, but lives to be cursed among his men.
His bones are not thrust into the soil but left to rot above it.
For the poison of his flesh must not be left to contaminate the sons yet to be born of the land.
A man is not known by the works and titles of his father but the honour he earns for himself.
Why then must he suffer the shame of a son who knows no loyalty to his fatherland.
The downfall of a man begins when he allows an ego to step over every relationship he maintained.
And along with his downfall comes the fall of his kind, the sons of his brothers...
And the rise of the new religion, the new and Omniscient God, maker of their gods...
In the end, hanging on a rope might have been the only escape from what he saw as the end of his kind.
- Inspired by the book 'Things Fall Apart' by Chinua Achebe
with the words of his mouth and the sweat of his brow.
He can maintain his pride and brush his mane for as long as he holds his head up high.
A man is built of steel, he knows whats good for him and will fight the evil that comes close to him.
His pride may not allow him to see the path that brought him to the highest cliff.
But his inexpressive heart is ever grateful to the soil that built his throne.
He looks not on the past with shame. He sees it as the staircase to the highest floor.
He looks forward not only with dreams but with the pieces that build these dreams in his eyes.
If his eyes close one day, he will go in peace, knowing at every moment that all that could be done is done.
If his eyes close at the hour when he is least prepared, his soul will be back to achieve his dreams in his sons.
And his sons will make him proud he hopes, they will complete him.
But lest they turn to be more of the opposite gender, he shan't expect as much.
As for his daughters, he hopes to live to see them married, to the sons of the highest of the clan.
To the real men of the land.
And he prays to the Gods of the earth and sky to give them children and good health.
For their prosperity is the prosperity of their kind.
If this man cannot live to receive all the titles of his land, but lives to be cursed among his men.
His bones are not thrust into the soil but left to rot above it.
For the poison of his flesh must not be left to contaminate the sons yet to be born of the land.
A man is not known by the works and titles of his father but the honour he earns for himself.
Why then must he suffer the shame of a son who knows no loyalty to his fatherland.
The downfall of a man begins when he allows an ego to step over every relationship he maintained.
And along with his downfall comes the fall of his kind, the sons of his brothers...
And the rise of the new religion, the new and Omniscient God, maker of their gods...
In the end, hanging on a rope might have been the only escape from what he saw as the end of his kind.
- Inspired by the book 'Things Fall Apart' by Chinua Achebe
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