You are a creaking door yet firmly screwed to the wall
The pale skin and tired face face still sweeps my dad off his feet
The stench of an overworked engine but worth it
You are my Pillar and strength, my knight in pale amour
The aroma of amagwinya on your clothes
Hot slaps like your Amagwinya across my face to wake me up
“Time to put in work to become an engineer”
Your soft touch like the sorghum porridge you make for breakfast
You are my everyday inspiration to keep pushing