bonding of a father to a child (inspired by yankeenaijababe and leggy) they both talked abt their dad

MY DAD.....a great inspiration, my best friend who was always there for me, someone who loved me even wen i was unknown and unformed. a man who struggled hard to get what life had in stock for him, he always stood for something good even thou no one was standing with him

yes am using past tense because a night came when i saw my friend no more...i remember some things we shared together then... that even my mom used to be very jealous and angry.but then he treated us equally. my dad used to have a long cane bac then that anytym i and my siblings and friends are all in my house jisting,disturbing my dad never waste time in bringing that very long cane....lol...everyone of would start running back and front to look or a way to escape my dads cane...my usual spot was under the bed...that one day he raised up the bed and started laughing and just shaked his head.....

i love gala so much (naija fast food)dat my dad killed a very small rat (he knows i hate rats)and kept it in a gala pack and rapped #10 over it ...thn he called saying "shade come and take gala and use that #10 to buy solo fanta...happy me i took it went into the room during shakara for my siblings ...OMG!!! wen i decided to eat i saw rat ...i screamed they were all wondeing wat hat was ....eventually they saw it and started laughing meanwhile my dad was also laughing in the sitting room.....God i miss those days

But then death came and stool him away...it was a breezy sunday night after chating with him as usual...he asked me to bring him his news paper which i did and all of a sudden h started holding his chest ...have never been scared like dat in my life....i rushed to call my mom and elder ones (am the last born)they rushed him to the hospital....i ran after them with my hands on m head crying so hard....i didnt look @ anybody's face...even the guy i had a crush on was trying to stop me but then i wasnt myself anymore.i wasnt able to catch up with them ...a hour later my dad's corpse was brought home (my siblings told me the doctor wasnt around can you just imagine....i cried myself sick....i became sick for months my mom kept begging me not to die dat she doesnt want to buryanyone again.....then i thought of those i would have left behind...

i miss my dad so much dat every 14th of january holds a possibility of a miracle (always hoping one day he will come back)even as an adult i still look forward to that very day....

my dad took a step to a great beyond at myvery young age......iknow one day every tig will be better in God's own time........

with so much love ....Adieu papa.......