I discovered i have never said much about my father so i am dedicating this to him and all fathers out there.
MY FATHER
My father, i grew up to know you as my father. Caring, loving and supportive. I remember how you carried me on your shoulders, held my hands and led me to church.
You dressed me up and taught me how to press my clothes and turk in my shirt. People started calling me pastor because you dressed me up as one.
You were always in my headmasters office to plead with him for an extension of payment of my tuition fees and when you raised the money, you walked back to the headmaster and paid. You gave me education.
You taught me music. You sat down with me and my sister on weekends and taught us how to read and sing in music notes. Then on Sundays, you excused yourself from adult church to join us in children church to watch and hear us sing.
You flogged me. I remember this time when i was naughty and stole. It got you angry and i received the beating of my life under closed doors. Hhhmmmm. That was a big discipline.
You love my mum. In you i see not just a father but a loving husband to your wife who is also my mother. You provide the fund and even help in the kitchen.
Never idle, never lazy. A definition of hard work. Considers every action as work. Never abuse opportunities and always creating one.
Fun and respectful. No dull moments around him. Always adressed yound and old with respect.
I do not want to be like you, i want to the upgrade version of you. I want to be me as i learn from your mistakes and achievements
My father. His name is Albert Ojo and i am his son Albert Martins @deeambuiltandachi
Let me see your comment about my father or your father.
