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TO BE A FATHER



They didn’t tell me
That the journey will be this far
They never informed me
That the heart will always be kept ajar

They didn’t tell me
That the shoulders will grow bigger
They failed to inform me
That the back will get sturdier

They didn’t tell me
That grown infants will call me daddy
They refused to brief me
That I will wipe away tears with candy

They didn’t tell me
That Children are not just from biological conclusion
They should have told me
That Fathers are made from logical submission

They didn’t tell me
That I will think more of other people’s needs
They should have informed me
That my moment of weakness will not only affect my seeds

They didn’t tell me
That I should be made of blocks and bricks
They didn’t educate me
That my bones should be strong and tick

They didn’t tell me
That my money will be used to buy me gifts
They didn’t enlighten me
That on this day I will still take them out

They didn’t tell me
That a baby’s cry can make me fear
They didn’t tell me
That a wife’s cry can slurp my tears

They didn’t tell me
What a Father is made of
They didn’t tell me
What it is to show daddy’s love

If only they told me
I would have been a better father
Now that fatherhood has told me
I will be a better Father!

Ota Uma Uma
Author of The Countryman
17/06/2018

Happy Father's Day to all the Daddies and Daddies to be out there.

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