My Dad Is....


I did not cry when I saw my father’s lifeless body. With time, I have even forgotten what he looked like in that coffin.

This might sound cold and heartless but allow me to explain. I have known my father all my life, he’s been present at my every step, he’s been a phone call or flight away. That all came to an abrupt end on 19 October 2016. If you’ve met me you have heard about him whether you’re interested or not. I hardly speak for more than an hour without mentioning my dad. It was on the day that he passed that I realised just how often I spoke of him on social media. Most people said: “The Duke, no ways”
My dad is… 

Give me permission to speak of him in the present, dear Reader: 

My dad is 2m of absolute awesome ok? A former rugby player, indoda ende enomfaneleko. He walks with pride, head always help up high like he owns the place or even owns YOU; that guy who knows everything about everything; the one that walks into a room and you can’t help but look and listen to him. He’s my dad, #TheDuke. Go ahead and brag about your father nawe
How could I possibly look at a lifeless body and let that replace the man I have described above? No Sir.
I would like to remember the man with small eyes who never stressed about anything but always had presence of mind; the guy who NEVER used negative words even in anger; the man who treated his family like absolute royalty, he made his girls feel like queens alright; the one whose footsteps I waited for every midnight: that’s the time he’d get up to check whether we had locked all doors; the man who prayed for us to get promotions at work …even my self-employed brothers LOL!!!!
It has been a hard road and shall continue to be so to walk without my dad. I have lived for him all my life. I guess I’ll have to find another reason to live now.


                                                 Until we meet again #Chizama

Comments

  1. Nelson Oduma15 November 2016 at 11:09

    wow, he now fly with the Angels, am sure they are enjoying his dominance of heaven. may his soul rest in eternal peace.

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