Dear son

Son,

Apart from your father being a writer and a performing poet.

He had his respect to God.

Though chini maji rebellion alikuwa mrass na alichoma gode.

Son,

Our season,music content was nothing Zero Sufuri

But beats zilikuwa nzuri

Kwanza za Gengetone

Zilitushika,

Zilifika

Those who preferred the international music were easily introduced to porn

As for us who believe on our own

Walai ilibidi tu tustone

And its not only me alone

A lot of people your age, weed was also illegal that's why we were always in chains

Somewhere hidding sniffing in and out our pains

And we were not only men they were also ladies.

Good ladies those who closed one eye when they pass

Some shakedown their ass

Others had their own class

They were riders machine riders and they drove us crazy they didn't just pass.

Son they isn't good without bad

Even with weed, liquor and ladies

Our season they was a couple of diseases

The white man told us it wasn't just a disease but viruses

It could be infected on flash disk and CD

But the CD could used by human to avoid the viruses.

Though in a certain year

They is this virus which made us fear

CDs couldn't protect us from this disease.

We couldn't stay at peace.

Quarantine was a force action by the police

COVID_19

Was a big pain

People died in Italy

Walai

Hii ugonjwa ilikuwa Kali

Watu walilia

Son we couldn't be united with weed

And i missed my chain of people Sult, ras and freedom

Jane kept quiet she never talked about Mary

And we really were in worry

We were just united by emotions

Son

That doesn't mean you are free to ndom

No ata sisi hatukuwa na hio freedom

While our generation was dot com.

I don't know about your generation.

I know it will have more beautifull women, worse viruses and better drugs just don't get addicted to any.

So please promise me you will take caution.

 

Your Lovely father.

*Squishy poet*