From the day I knew how to call the word " dad", I knew the real meaning of discipline.
The man is strict I must say. He is the next thing to orderliness. He makes sure nothing in the house is out of place. From switching on of fans to the switching off of bulbs ones it's daylight. My siblings and I see this as stress but we carry out his commands to the latter,after all he's our father.
One day, my brother came back home shouting so loud "I've gotten a job". That morning like every other morning, my dad practically forced him out of his room to go for his job interview. He now sat down and told us how it all went .
"On coming in that morning into the company I went for the interview"he said "outside, I saw the water left carelessly on. Of course I had to switch it off considering the fact that Dad will never let such a thing pass if it were to be here at home". On getting inside, I saw other people that came for the same interview all seated. Both the air conditioner and the standing fan in the hall where on. I had to put off the fan because I considered it wasting. Finally I sat down. It later got to my turn. As I entered the interview room of course after knocking, I stood until I was told to sit down to a chair close to me.
One of the interviewers just cleared his throat and said "well, young man you've gotten yourself a job, you can start work tomorrow ". I was shocked, and managed to ask how I did that without any interview. They said the saw all of us right from when we walked in through their CCTV,and how every other person walked in without noticing the water wasting outside except me, including what I did with the fan. They said those things were tests and also the interview which I alone passed.
He had no other person to thank but my dad who instilled that orderliness in us all
