To my dear male friends and even the unknown souls,
As I glimpse upon the passage of time,
One of my boys has reached a milestone prime.
Turning thirty, a threshold crossed with grace,
In such fleeting moments, our progress we embrace.
Marriage’s sacred bond he now holds dear,
A business blooming, embracing no fear.
Navigating tax write-offs, savvy and wise,
Whipping the finest cars, a sight to mesmerize.
Platinum Express, a symbol of success,
And homes bought with cash, should he wish to possess.
Yet, wisdom flows from his lips divine,
An inspiration not his alone, but a treasure shared in kind.
Over a hundred young men, brothers in arms,
In America and Nigeria, they display their charms.
Though shadows of doubt may cloud our days,
Feeling inadequate, trailing in life’s maze.
The allure of material gain we must shun,
For true wealth lies not in what’s quickly won.
Chasing paper, a dangerous lure we must resist,
Cyber crime, fraud, shortcuts that shouldn’t persist.
Extreme acts of violence, souls led astray,
Ritual killings and robberies, they darken our way.
But heed my words, this is never the answer,
Earthly days numbered, eternity our true mansion.
Start with the end in mind, run your race each day,
Leave the past behind, look forward, I say.
Fix your gaze upon He who is yet to come,
For in His embrace, true fulfillment is won.
To you, my inspiring comrades, a grateful heart I bear,
Sharing this stage, witnessing greatness rare.
Father’s Day revealed a remarkable sight,
Fathers and their children, a bond shining bright.
Present in their lives, active and involved,
Not mere providers, but hearts evolved.
We’ll be a generation stronger than before,
Eradicating toxic trauma, healing wounds at the core.
Proud I am of the men we’re all becoming,
In our lifetime, a legacy worth summing.
Emotional intelligence, a compass to guide,
Spiritual understanding, a flame that won’t subside.
Mental health, a cornerstone of success,
Leaving the world better, a noble quest.
Beware false competition, tearing each other apart,
In envy and jealousy, love’s essence departs.
Robbing ourselves of joy, happiness, and more,
Closing the door on blessings, a fate we abhor.
Remember, despise not that which you seek,
For love’s abundance is what you’ll reap.
In rhythm and poetic tones, this letter I send,
To my male friends, brothers, my heartfelt blend.
Together, we’ll shape a future adorned,
With strength, compassion, and a bond unsworn.
By Odera