Listen Before My Sun Sets: Digital Grandma

Chapter 1

Listen Before My Sun Sets

My sons, for all the harvests we have spent together, I have watched you progressing every day. I’ve seen your dealings thrive just as the hairs on your now tough body spread and thicken. To God be the glory! 

Hear my words my sons, for my age passes noon and is now heading to the early hours of dusk. Since none of you has put a band on a girl's finger yet, let me call this meeting to order when I still can.

I will not mince my words when it comes to the company you surround yourselves with. Some build you and I’m glad our ancestors haven’t forgotten us.  But others, their presence deny me rest after sunset.

My sons, I have seen your friends express their views in a manner I wish you will never do. Those so called 'jokes' about women that seem innocently curved out for Churchill Live show.  

My sons, unless you have diverted your course from the way of your ancestors, marrying a woman is the way of man.  So, watch how you speak about her, for a word once spoken never dies; it sits behind your mind and rises to action when you least expect.

When a woman at your workplace makes a mistake and you get angry at her, do not carry that anger to the next woman who comes your way. Don’t use that as the basis to forward that rude joke about women to the boys. Don’t even share it in a group.  The truth is, by forwarding the ‘joke’ you are rubberstamping the message in it. 

Do you think all women are guilty of abortion? 

Do you think all women are gold diggers?  

Do you think women should be treated like secondhand citizens?  

Before propagating that ‘joke’ any further, edit it; put my name everywhere it says ‘woman’, ‘lady’ or ‘girl’. For as far as I have brought you up, you know I am the epitome of femininity; whether in luck or luxury.

My sons, think about these things. For the things you do innocently without second thoughts are the same that will break you.  

Don’t hang around with boys who have no proper plans for their lives; those who claim that the boy-child has been forgotten, yet they fail to adhere to the ways of the wise. They concoct naughty songs to humiliate those going through dark valleys on their way to glory.

 I taught you better than and will not sit under this moonlight and act like I haven’t see you going off the course.

Watch what you spit my sons; if you spit venom, do you expect that girl you brought home to me to respect you?

 But when your breath is flavored with wisdom, she will support your ventures, multiply your estates, make your name known amongst many and together you can enjoy the warmth of life.

Sentiments.

By Digital Grandma