For the non-Nigerians: tuale means ‘respect’
It is unfortunate that most fathers are often relegated to the background while mothers take the praise for the great upbringing of most children. Don’t get me wrong, our mothers deserve the standing ovation and spotlight they rightfully get but my father is indeed a masterpiece of nature and with this little post of mine, I give him a well deserved bow.
My father is sweet, loving, selfless and a great help mate, not just to my mother, but to us his children and all around him. My father sweeps, irons, cooks, washes, scrubs, advises, prays, nurtures, forgives and gives a hearty laugh to brighten a gloomy day.
I bought myself a car in March as a gift to myself for turning 27 and for graduating out of university with a Great Distinction. Unknown to me, my father cleaned my car when he felt it needed a good wash. In summer, I didn’t notice because I erroneously thought the almost never-ending rain fall we had this summer in Calgary had given my car a spotless shine but as winter finally peeked at us with its cold, pitiless eyes this October, I found that each morning when I ran around trying to get ready for work, my father would go scrape off the ice from my windscreen! Can you imagine such love???? At 7am in the morning, this man in his mid-60’s did this. WOW. What a man!
I am so blessed to have such a wonderful father who loves me despite how difficult and stubborn I am. Despite taking my mother’s personality and strong headedness, my father has moulded me into the God lover I am today by reflecting in his actions, the nature of God’s love. For a man to love me this much, I can only but imagine how much our heavenly Father loves us and it brings me such a peace and reassurance that is indescribable.
My dear girls like Fifi, “I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom” – Umberto Eco in Foucault’s Pendulum.
As I tuale to my sweet father, please show some respect to all fathers, biological and non-biological, who have been there for you and others around you.
To my unborn children: I am praying and waiting for a father like mine for you. And by His grace, you will be blessed with one like your grandfather.