My sons, my brave, my fierce-hearted few,
Gone where the valiant are born anew.
In halls of thunder, in golden light,
You feast with gods in endless night.
Ale flows free as the rivers run,
And songs of old are never done.
You laugh, you spar, you stand so tall—
My sons, my warriors, proud in Valhalla’s hall.
Wait for me, my hearts, for the day will come
When the battle call beats like a drum.
Through mist and shadow, I’ll find my way
To join you in glory, on that endless day.
Until then, I’ll raise my cup high,
To my boys who live beyond the sky.
Rest well, fierce souls, I’ll join you soon—
Under Odin’s gaze, beneath the moon.

Continue to rest and be good angels special to your mother Thato ❤️ , I know both of you are always with me 🙏 each day

To you my boys

Njongo and Sethu