Kicking sand as I walk the village paths
Melancholy, my only partner
This fork in the road has caused me misery
The path I should choose, I do not know
So, I carry these words with me for guidance,
in my pocket and close to my heart
because they are the last words Papa spoke,
though what to make of them, I do not yet know
Look into your heart, my boy
Find whatever makes you happy; do it
You will find no easy answers, but you will find
a life,
a full life of joy, of adventure and promise
Do not be anxious of the things you don’t know
and of the things you can’t comprehend.
The knowledge you seek will come to you,
time and chance will handle the rest
When you cross the River Niger
to find your treasure in far places
you’ll set your eyes upon many a pretty lass.
Remember, don’t take them all for lovers
Once you reach the city, be careful,
run from the women that walk the streets
all dressed up with nowhere left to go;
they’ll take your wallet and your pride with it
But if fate and chance bring across your path
a pretty woman who soothes your soul
take her for a partner, a lover and a wife
your anchor, your light to guide you home
When you are called to a good fight,
to stand in defence of one upright man,
get in it and fight to win.
A free conscience will be your reward
Don’t forget the things you do each day,
the thoughts and actions that take the moments.
God will forgive your sins,
but only the ones you remember at confession.
And when you have reason to remember this place
And the ones you will leave behind
Think of us fondly; we in turn will keep your place
A harbour for you, if all else fails.
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