You are years older than I am
Culture demands I go on my kneel
As a sign of respect, I also bow
Irrespective of when, where and how.
As an elder, my respect you deserve
Hence I shake Palm wine keg and serve
Unlike tennis, my service takes, no turns
Giving you sole honor to break kola nuts.
These I must do says our tradition
But you baked an awful contradiction,
Volcano erupts; the ground is quaking
I am afraid, my kneels are shaking.
I have stitches, on places you tore
And the knots, can’t take it no more
For several years against my will
You pushed, and took me to wheels.
I have tasted your flours and flaws
So I retaliated, smacking to the floor,
I am sorry, seeing red isn’t tradition
But every actions has a reaction.
Vinzpoetry 
My friend. We need our elders. Grandparent, parent and our mentors. We shall few real teachers. I learn more from books and experience. I believe in the USA. So many useless killings because kids need reason and purpose. My old dad told me. Education, education and more education. Never allow anyone to look down at you. We need respect. We can learn from the people who lived along life. One day, you shall be old. My dad was a bad man. Killed in war and in civil life. He taught me to walk the right path. We must change this world. Be kind to each other.
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You always have something incredible to say and you always lay it down in an amazing fashion.
Sorry about your dad’s demised… A moment of silent to the gallant fallen tree.
For him to have taught you to walk the right path, then he isn’t and was not a bad man.
I still believe in positive vibes and energy, I still believe we can have peace in the world.
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