Binghi man where is your crown?

Binghi man where is your crown?
Bejeweled with precious gems?
Held in high esteem and worn regally?
Where is your scepter you hold so near to your African skin and carried every where?
Flesh of your flesh
Bone of your bone,
Skin to your skin and held precious to you?

Boasting of achievements, you bask in your fame
But where is the crown that you wear?

“Powerful are the hands that rock the cradle”
Are you as powerful as you seem?
Do you show them tender care?
Do you let your precious babies play in your hair?

Express your joys with them
Tell them you love them
Swim in the rivers
Play in the rain
Make up stories together

Laugh
Sing
Cry
Smile…lots of it

Don’t be afraid to share
Wear your crown proud.

There are a few myths that exists about your crowns
• Tax deduction
• Old age pension
• Property

No they are not. Instead they are the sweetest most precious living diamonds that exists throughout all of this construction. They are the magnificence of existence, the grandeur of life, the wonder of the universe and beyond any concept in your mind.

The crowing glory man.

Maybe you have never experienced what it feels like to gaze into her eyes, cradled tenderly in your arms captivated by her and smiling her smiles.
You have never yet touched him ruffled his hair and feel his joy erupt as he calls your name
And maybe, just maybe she has never sat you down and quizzed you about the secrets of life, taught you about tenderness and created your smiles.

Precious are the gems of my crown.

Omosede is a beautiful Yoruba name whose essence means “the child is worth more than the crown (king)

So in your boast about greatness, achievement and fame.
I ask you only one question.
Binghi man where is your crown?