Dear pops, old man
Yarona Monthe19 Jun 20221 min read
He is a pillar of strength;
The one we look to when everything is going sideways;
We know that he has an armour up there…
I would wake up from nightmares, screaming.
The abrupt sound of danger leads him to my room.
As he comes to battle Freddy Kruger with his bare hands,
My brave ol’ dad.
The unbothered,
The superman to my superhero movie.
When he slaves at work,
So I can eat.
When he sleeps on the cold,
So I can be warm.
When I grow up, I want to be just like him.
Yarona G Monthe, is a 21 year old writter, an aspiring pharmacist, currently doing year 3, SOP(school of pharmacy) at University of Botswana. His writing journey started 2 years ago.
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