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They never asked his story — they just assumed. Judging from the outside is always easier than understanding. Glad the truth finally silenced the whispers.
My father was a tall, light-skinned man who would hardly go out when it was midday. He ran a minor car sale industry at Bida. He was famous at that time.
Whenever my mum said, "Your dad doesn't want to go out during the midday," I wondered why — not until I fully got to know that he was trying not to get a suntan.
To get a suntan may lead to an irreversible dark skin melanin pigment. More so, in those days, skin care products were quite expensive, and my dad bought them once in a while.
Many just assumed that he was a lazy man for this reason — that he didn't want to stay too long in the sun. More so, he was rich, as wealth was known by the number of wives that one had.
My dad had so many wives — not one, not two, not three — and we lived in a big, happy family. After his death, the love still lingers, and we always have a massive celebration.
Rest on, Dad! I miss you and the way you loved us so much.
Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Mum. I miss you both.
Bye.