A bright morning it is
Waking up with a smile placed on his face
Taking each stride with easy
Yes reluctantly marching to his work
A green cap neatly placed on his small hexagonal head
His delicate small hands in his pockets
His cologne making all his female colleagues turn their heads
Longing to have him in their lives
Too bad he is taken
Madly in love with a girl near our hood
A soft spoken person he is
A charmer if not a seducer
"Macho", they call him
Thinking that he is well behaved
Ask us the street youths
And we will reveal his naughtiness
When he hangs with us in the hood
Our pal and guru in the word of mischief
Our chief advisor in the rounds
As we plan crazy stuffs
Teaching us how to smoke ****
Last night we brewed umkhombot together
Smoking shisha and being merry
Yes a gentlemen he is during the day
And a gangster during the night
We never care really
What we know is that
In him we have a best friend ever