How to Remember your Dad
HOW TO REMEMBER YOUR DAD ON FATHERS DAY
The black face I looked up to as a child, the tall figure I always ran to and the voice that called my name every morning was none other than my father. As I go down memory lane I feel excited about my growing up days. Those were days I can't forget.
One image that remains constant in my mind is my father's ability to provide all my needs which is the very natural desire of every man. I remember one particular morning as we prepared to go to school me and my three sisters told my dad we needed biro and pencils respectively and he had this look of ALL OF YOU and we all nodded our heads. At that moment we were scared we thought he was going to tell us no biro and pencils that would mean we were going to be caned but he just laughed and said that is why it's good to do family planning then he gave us each our need. Going back to school was always a time myself and my dad argued about list of things what was necessary and what wasn't necessary. My dad will vet my list and cross out what he felt was not necessary and then I go shopping but somehow his mind will always go back to the things crossed out and in that case he ends up buying them himself. My dad is really a funny person just his look was okay to correct us words spoken felt too much we didn't need the cane because the cane was my mother's tool on us. The Bible was one of his major correction tools he applied the Bible in very realistic ways to problems in such a way that we saw our wrongs and we were ready to change. Sometimes after seriously considering our offences we laughed over it just to make us lighthearted.
Saturday mornings were special mornings for me in the house I was sure my dad will assist me in the kitchen in preparing yam and stew which was our usual morning meal. He it was who even thought me how to make garden egg stew and mashed fresh tomato/pepper stew we would gist why we cooked and cleaned up the kitchen. Evenings were usually the best moments with my dad. After work u can pray for no better thing than an opportunity to laugh over the events of the day and where there was no light my dad was sure to give us a folk story to complete our day or give us a lovely story of how life was in the village.
Life with my dad was fun, though I am far from home now but just the imagination of his laughter, brings tears to my eyes. I love my daddy. What better way can I remember my dad than to relive the memories and give him a call.
Happy fathers day.
