To Be A Man Poem by Charles Jagongo

There Adam was alone
That eve came as a helper
God knew Adam could not be alone
The jealous snake did not rest
Traitors blood flowed in him
The fruits were so sweet
Now toiling and sweating is Adam.

The young players
They dance and merry
Skip, hop and throw mud balls
Making cob pyramids and happy
Pets fed and coy are pigeons
Rainbow clothes the sky
They sing a song in turns.

Sweet voices turn to croak
Beards sprout like sacred spears
Girls their eyes sparkle and tick
The Adam's apple is ripe and calls
Bells ring and knots are tied in brick
For one all be theirs
The journey begins in peak.

It is not the yells and fists
For scores, a precious butter and bread
For they to be men are kids
Pray and make peace with God
Day's men not made of fights
Brains and skills are stocked
Following are brighter and sunny days.