Daddies are Wonderful! They love, care and offer that warmth
and protections we need as kids. Daddies love to take charge and take
responsibility; well some are not and I stand be corrected in your own context.
My own dad had his own shortcomings, when I was growing up to about 7 years.
During those times, I saw him buy nice clothes and shoes for all six (6) of us-
which I would jump and rejoice over at the mention of them. We clung to him
whenever he would pass by our school to check our performances in our classes;
I for one would tell my classmates how big and powerful my dad was. And Benjamin- my big brother would often
paint for his friends a powerful and amazing dad. He would tell them about how
our dad could climb a coconut tree with a motorbike- which I still wonder how.
Funny! but those were exactly how we saw our dad. We felt luckier than most of
our friends because of our dad. He had a muscular physique and looked even
stronger whenever he spoke. We felt protected indeed. ‘No condition is permanent’;
one quote daddy would not leave out whenever he spoke to any of us. And indeed,
the good times were soon over.
After those good
times, my siblings and I got scared whenever we heard dad was miles away from
home. We lost touch of him, we only saw him as “the man of the house; which for
me was often not pleasant to hear. We waited for him to come around but to no
avail, he went even far away- not in physical distance but emotionally. Woe
betides anyone of us if we dared move anywhere close to the living room
whenever he had visitors. Till his visitors left, we stayed right in our
corners. Just as we would disappear whenever they came. He got furious every
time he came to meet us playing- we ought to be indoors even after we did our
assignments. He would hit mummy at the least of argument we heard as we
eavesdropped, and wouldn't hesitate to slap my brothers whenever they could not
explain themselves after playing soccer with their friends right behind our
house. Yes, we lost emotionally. But
we lost him completely when I was eleven (11) years; dad passed on. And Oh! We
miss him.
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