Respect

I was three by then, too younger.
We used to take birth, with my father.
My chuchu was very smaller.
I wonderd my father's look stranger.

I have to ask.
"dad, what is that?"
"oh, my little one, it's called "respect" said dad.
"But why is mine smaller"
"you must have small respect becoz you are younger" dad answered.

One day, we recieved my uncles and unties as visitors.
My mother was bathing me to be clean before our visitors.
She then wispered to my ears,
"Joe, show the best respect to your unties ok"
Ok my melodious reply.

After being dressed smartly.
I went to meet them, remembering what my father said.
I started by removing my trouser and pants saying...

" unty..my mama told me to show you my respect and here it is"
I continued...
"my respeect is very small the big one is with baba"