An unspoken truth of Legacies 🌪️🕴🏾
I found a 🤏🏾 ✌🏽in a place called home.
Abreast the memory wherein my elder pressed upon me the ways of old and the boldest manner in fastening a distinctive bow.
Style and class were of his culture, among hidden gems dispersed among the iris of those who truly knew.
Judiciously hoisting the load upon my bashful restlessness with idiomatic whispers, while not a crooner or prone to blues, the tone of refinement still rang true.
Never one to be caught out of tone, swiftly transitioning between the trials that were due.
For above all he was first my teacher. My guide, healer and authority upon which the highest level of confidence was entrusted. He is my father. He is our father and he remains in all that was ploughed in his name.
Much like the Reign, a warm reasurring sign of things to come. HA E LALE BASOTHO ☔🇱🇸
May what we envision for the harvest exceed our greatest expectations.