Now I am a big boy I live large, don't I? A sweetlove Amazing kids A mansion home Soundly mobile A thriving vision Faithful friends A happy me.
All this is not sudden It was not me at the beginning It was by the labour of some, I came up Their labour of love.
The eyes seeing before my eyes understand The leg moving before, my feet were strong From your chest I feed strong before I could carry the spoon Even when I could, your sweat I consume. You were both the one who stood for my future to hold The school fees, the renting, the clothing
You were the prophet, oh prayers. 'May God keep you' You were the counsellors 'Study hard, keep good company' You were the Rebuker 'Don't you do that' You were the motivator 'The future is bright' You were the first sponsor You sponsored the first life necessities
You are my father You are my mother My two helpers joined as one I am grateful to you Thank you for the night dance without drum Thank you for fruitful struggle Thank you for the passion sacrifices Thank you for the love and care Thank you for always been there Thank you always.
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