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Love Letter To My ‘Motherly’ Father – Olayimika David

It is indeed mother’s day but I have decided to honor you instead daddy. You might wonder why or what do I mean? I do have mothers all around me but temi yemi mainly because you deserve it and you are a mother at heart.

The famous poem by Ann Taylor reads:

My mother,

Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

Dad, yes you did watch my infant head because homepage I remember when I was but a little child of 4/5 years, with the habit of waking up in the middle of the night to request for drinking water, you were always there to quench my thirst. As I grew up an only child throughout my single unit years, I was scared of the dark and hated sleeping without lights and I would leave it on. You made it a duty to check on me every night and turn off the lights when you thought I was fast asleep.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

The first major sickness I remember as a kid was when I was about 6 years old with a major bout of malaria and typhoid. I remember how you took me from one clinic to the other. I remember being so sick that I would wake up in the middle of the night with high temperature crying and calling out to you. You were always there dad to hold me, put a cold cloth to my head and put me back to sleep. I cannot forget the look in your eyes. Even as a growing adult in the university when I was always sick and on admission, there was a particular day I was sick yet again and admitted in the school clinic. You called and when you heard my voice said you would fly down from Kano but on my insistence that I would be fine you didn’t. You seem to have this radar that always know when I’m ill or hurting and call me at these times. Your voice is always a welcome succour to my pains and hurts.
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.

Yes, you again taught me the love of the Lord, you ensured we had daily devotions at home come what may. You taught me the attitude of prayer, fasting and reading God’s word. You did show me to walk in wisdom’s pleasant way by been humble to all and sundry both old and young, never raising your voice at elders, your attitude of giving, all these I saw in you. You never made me forget that all fingers are not equal, been privileged is by grace and to always be grateful for times of plenty. You instilled in me to never give up in the face of tribulations and trials, bearing in mind that though tears may last for a night joy comes in the morning. You told me that in life I need to accept failures when they come, the same way success is celebrated. You never cease to instil in me the need to be at peace with all and never to keep grudges. I appreciate your talks and chats to me about life, I remember how you would call me in the middle of the night to talk about dressing, makeup, boys and even till now men and the benefits of patience. This never fails to touch my heart knowing that this man has had sleepless nights thinking about me. Though, you have made some life decisions that in turn have affected the course of my life but in all of these I am grateful for the life lessons and your unending love.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me,
My Mother?

This so true, I can never cease to be affectionate and kind to thee because you have never been less of these to me. You are a kind and generous father who made sure I never lacked, even when I do not request, you call to enquire about my pocket. The love I have for you dad is not just because you always provided but the care and thoughts you put to this. I can write on and on but never enough to capture your goodness to me.

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.

I know of a certainty God would indeed spare my life and yours, I may not be able to repay all you’ve done for me father but I will forever be indebted to you and you shall not lack anything good so long there is life in me and God liveth.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.

I believe the Lord shall spare your life to reap the fruits of your labour and you shall grow old and I will be there to soothe thy pains away in your old age when you have seen my children and my children’s children in Jesus name. God bless you dad and I would always love you.

My Dad, My Hero.

 

Olayimika David

 

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