Lions

Nothing more scarier than a Somali boy defending his Hooyo!

This is a story about a man and a lion.

If there is one thing I would tell my sons,

It would be to never love like a lion does,

A lion has too much pride to let himself be shy

Its mane flows in the dry wind, he eats however he likes

The crowned King of Africa, he takes and takes and takes his right,

Be a brave man my son, because those men never die.

My awoowe’s brother, fought a lion,

To save his mother, bravery undeniable

His fathers words inside his head,

“Do not let your pride be shred,”

Some time had passed, the lion dead

Italian newspapers shared their spread,

A bloody bath but the battle was won,

But death still came for a mothers son

My son,

Remember these words, dont ever lose ‘em

Pride comes before a fall, so dont oversue it,

A lion without its pride is still a lion,

It is of no use for him

But,

A lion without pride is not a lion,

Pride is where its purpose lies,

To be a prideless man, its all the more better,

"Cause even a trace of pride in his heart, will not grant him to Jannah”