My father

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What is one of your favorite memories of your father?

I have written about my mother a couple of times here but I haven’t written about my dad.

My dad is the best dad in the world, the one whom God specifically handed over me and my siblings to. Looking at my life now, I don’t think my life would have remained the same without him in the picture and every day I thank the Lord for keeping him alive.

When I see or hear people say they are scared of their fathers I can’t relate as my dad is very playful and he is his the comedian of my family.

While my dad can be an angel he can also be a disciplinarian and sometimes you’d be forced to question if he is your father or not. My dad was in the military so technically he trained us like soldiers😂😂 due to the nature of his job if he opens his mouth to shout at you, you are finished, if we were in a cartoon show his voice could literally bring down a building and you the victim would behave like someone that was electrocuted😂😂

I am grateful for all his disciplinary tactics as it’s paying off now, his rules and scolding from years back have constantly kept me in check. I don’t stay with my dad anymore but there are some things I still wouldn’t do at my age despite me being free to live my life the way I want.

My dad was so protective of us that it was so hard for us to leave the house and so hard to hang out with friends as many teenagers of our age did. My dad would just want you to be at home, doing nothing for him just to answer “present” whenever your name was called. Back then, going out meant giving a descriptive essay of where you were going and God help you if you came back late.

While he played the role of a disciplinarian he also played the role of a loving father and he did it so well that it’s safe to say that I am my siblings were raised with love. My dad was saddled with the responsibility of being both the mother figure and the father figure and he did it so well.

My father loves me and my siblings dearly and he can do anything for us.
My dad can look at you and say “Ohh I born well” meaning I gave birth to a beautiful child and he’d gush over your beauty until you start begging him to stop and if you guys are in public you are finished as he wouldn’t mind including a third party to the conversation hehehehehe that’s my old man for you.

Half of the things I know today I was taught by my father, from puberty to sex education, to career and life lessons.

My dad hates to see us injured, one scratch on any part of your body annoys the hell out of him, he’d look at the scratch over and again and hiss like a hundred times, he would move from blaming you for not being careful to shouting at you and finally attending to your injury and making you feel better.

Back then the nature of my dad’s job always made him travel a lot but that didn’t make him inactive in our lives, he was always active, knowing our every move and listening to our every complaint and story.

There’s a very funny story my aunt always used to tease my father. My parents gave birth to four children, the three girls were born in September and the boy in August, so my aunt would always say that my dad was always traveling and would mostly come back in January and the month of January was when he and my mum made babies😂😂 so January was the making of the baby stage, so If you count from January to September that’s 9 months and she’d go on to say that the one time he came earlier than January that is December my brother was born in August😂😂 such shocking revelation, so whenever people question why I and my two sisters were born in September we simply recount the story to them and my dad doesn’t hear the last of my aunt because of this story😂😂

I have so many fond memories of my father but worthy of note was when I had a scholarship in school, this scholarship came in at the right time as my family was going through some financial crises, the look on my father’s face when I broke the news to him was priceless and all he could say was “Thank you my daughter”, but his eyes said a lot.

If I have the opportunity to pick my father, I’ll pick my old man over and over again without batting an eye lash😃

I may not have a mum to root for me at my wedding, or to have the mother of the day honors but I do have an energetic and loving father to walk me down the aisles with love and excitement, to me that’s one of the most important gifts God has given to me.