A Tribute to My Daddy
I need to go back in time to give this short narrative of a man who not only gave me his facial structure and a surname but also raised me.
I fondly call him Daddy,the name I heard from my siblings and then came to know it suits him.
As a child,I admired his strength. He could carry the heaviest of things. His arms were big enough to carry me too. I remember riding his shoulders without a care in the world.
I remember having his attention every evening after a hard days work. He was my audience for everything I learned in school and his compliments meant the world to me.
Every Saturday morning was seasoned with a “Broadways” bread, a delicacy in my time that I enjoyed with milk. This he brought with him on a Friday evening and a Nation newspaper for me to read.
Never mind I couldn’t read much,but he believed in me. His encouragement and consistency paid off soon and I couldn’t be stopped.
My Daddy was rich,that’s how I saw him and that’s all he let me see. He provided all I needed and never once rebuked or said twas too much.
He helped tie my shoe laces and helped me pick the right dress for church. He liked pink the most and showed it with his purchases of little pink dresses with ribbons and pink shiny shoes.
My Daddy was not perfect,he had his flaws some that ran too deep. But I only want to remember him for everything he ever did right.
I remember him for his presence,he was always there, as sure as the sun rises. I remember him for exceeding expectations,he did the best he could and there’s so much to say to that.
I remember him for being a scholar,I remember him for all the books I read him, I remember him for his gentle corrections, I remember him for the great genes I see in my siblings and I, and I remember him for everything he did to make my Mum smile.
My Daddy is as strong now as he was then,he walks with his back straight just as he taught me to do when I started getting tall.
He is a sport for a good story,likes going back in time and reliving the memories. I wonder what he’ll say about this; a little repetitive and needs synonyms in places perhaps? Or he might like every bit of it and I may need to read it to him a couple of times just for fun.
