Dad In The Rough

Hello Pebblers!

I must say I have been feeling too emotional of late; I tend to cry at every little thing. I was watching the movie Red (part 2) by Bruce Willis this morning and found myself trying to hold back tears welling in my chest. For Christ sake, who cries watching Red? That is a comical movie meant to arouse laughter, but no I wanted to cry. Mtcheew!I hear pregnant women cry a lot *silence* hmm… trying not to think about that right now, I am as innocent as can be *winks*

Some two years ago, I had this neighbor Aunty Chioma who was heavily pregnant.  Her husband had gone to work and having no one to cater to her and obviously very hungry, she came to me crying profusely asking me to help her prepare spaghetti. At first I was shocked a grown woman was crying and asking for my help, but seeing her the way she was got me crying too. In the midst of tears, I followed her to her house…*sniffs* here I go again.It’s kind of a good thing am in this state because it helps me to better appreciate the little things and people in my life that I sometimes take for granted. Yeah, I’ve started to think a lot about the people in my life and how grateful I am to have them. My mom passed on some years ago and had left a very young girl (me) to try to pull the rest of the family together which I must say is doing quite well. Thank you! So, my emotional state is urging me to just say something about my dad! Nah! Nah! I know what you are thinking but I am not going to bore you so hear! hear! O ye pebblers! (hehehe… I just coined that word).Ok, my dad. I must say my dad is the coolest ever, very supportive, caring, a little bit reserved but very generous. In fact, one of my unforgettable childhood memories of my dad was that he always had something to give to every beggar that passes his way. Sometimes he would go to them and start sharing money or anything he had at the moment. I can remember being ecstatic during those times especially when my friends were around to see what was going on. I would in fact whisper in their ears “you see that man giving money to those beggars? That’s my dad!” and they would look admiringly, eyes wide like saucers and say “wow!” Their expression was always priceless.

I have also come to understand that my dad is a man caught between two generations; his yucky generation of the 1950s and this really cool generation. He has a hard time keeping up with the ever growing modern technology. Please, just imagine this phone call I had from my dad while I was in school.Me: daddy migwo!Daddy: vrendo, omagare?Me: I’m fineDaddy: ehen, I just wanted to ask you how to turn up the volume of the television set.Me: (falls on the floor with shock)Now, am sure you understand what I am saying. The most annoying period was when he refused to get a gas cooker for the kitchen.  If you can afford something to make life a little bit easier for you, why can’t you just get the **** thing but no, that is not my dad. He will tell you how he had read in the newspaper about how gas burnt a girl to ashes, how the other time a neighbor’s house was razed to the ground because of gas. Hmmm….let’s just say my aunt had to intervene before he got the thing. Lol… what would I do without him? Love you daddy

I would love to hear about your dad too so start dropping your comments. much love...