Son.

Son,

I have met many broken men, some I danced with, some i was an object to, some I took the role of a healer, some I was nothing but a decoration for their amusement, some punched me in the gut just to idealize how it feels like to be powerful and some lured me into their cages.

Son,

I have met many men, upright, beaming with kindness, with arms so strong it could rebuild any broken piece, with a back so soft the journey home felt just right. Life with them is rainbows after a storm.

Son,

I have kissed both – at the wrong time, even though neither got to keep me, I have learnt how it is like to know both, up close.

So son,

Trust me when I tell you; no woman can bring back the pieces of a broken man and every woman deserves the soul food of the upright man.

So son,

Heed my words as I guide you, to be the man who brings coolness to the people around him, who bring smiles of satisfaction to the women in his life. To be the one who helps up the ones beneath him, whose presence brings nothing but tranquility.

Son,

I want you to live a life of fulfillment and peace. I want you on your deathbed not regret how you treated a single person, I want you to receive the blessings of people and not their curses.

Son,

Being powerful doesn’t show in your muscles or how quickly you can make someone quiet but rather what positivity you can make them feel. There are many fields you can make fortunes from but son no fortune is greater than being a good human being.

I don’t know what it feels like to be a man but trust me I know what it’s like to be in a presence of one.

So son, heed my word as I guide to the man any mother would be proud to sire .

Your loving mother