Archive | February, 2012

My Father??

23 Feb

Tolulope“!!! I almost jumped out of my skin on recognizing the voice….. Wait, is that not? (No it couldn’t be) my Dad’s Voice?? I could hear my heartbeat as it increased its pace while I anticipated the second call: ‘Toluuu“!!!…. “Sir” I answered calmly then willed my legs to go to his room, but it was as if they had a mind of their own, because they just refused to budge. “Tolulope!!!” He called once more and as if struck by a bolt of lightning, I jumped up and ran to his room.

Getting to the door, I paused to catch my breath and compose my facial expression into a very plastic, fake smile that I was sure would be wiped off my face on seeing him; I knocked twice and then called out “Daddy“, He replied “Come in and take off your shirt“. I cringed inwardly as I pushed the door open, the sight that greeted me was one that would remain forever etched in my memory.

My Dad was standing against the built-in wardrobe at the opposite end of the room, looking directly at me as I walked in and my Mum was sitting on the bed, her head held in her hands like she had a serious headache. I looked at my Dad’s face and his facial expression gave the clause “A Man in Pains” new meaning, I was dumbfounded at the way his facial features were arranged, it was as if He was “High”, Glazed seemed more appropriate. He told me to come closer, and I shut the door behind me wondering what on earth could have brought about this kind of situation; the tension in the room was so thick, you could take a Knife and cut part of it.

I looked at my Mum, seemingly unaware that I even existed or entered the room, trying to find some sort of clue in her eyes as to what was happening but to my disappointment, she didn’t even look up, not to talk of look at me. I glanced furtively around the room, noticing that it looked as if an Hurricane swept through this place, pieces of Paper were strewn all over the bed, the floor; files were left opened on the shelf, the reading table on the far left had a box on it with some clothes, and more clothes on the bed………

By this time, My Dad obviously had no time for my snail-paced movement, so He walked over to me and dragged me towards my Mum then planted my feet firmly in front of her; She then brought her head up and looked first at my dad, then right into being with eyes that were bloodshot from prolonged intake of Alcohol coupled with Tears and said “He is not your Son” in a voice that sounded weak and defeated, “Louder” my Dad yelled at her, “He is not your Son” my Mum screamed right back at him.

She grabbed me, turned my back and pointed to a darkened spot at the back of my neck , “Does this Look familiar” she asked him? I saw my my Dad lose his composure, the last ounce of strength in him visibly gone, color drained from his cheeks as He recognized the same mark on the neck of his brother. “Femi“, He whispered, “Femi” He said again, firmly this time and stormed out of the room with a look of pure hatred in his eyes.

My world crashed right in front of me, it felt like the air in the room was not enough for me to survive on, my feet swayed and I fell to the floor; the last thought on my mind before I blacked out was “How on earth is it possible that I’m not the son of the Man who I feared much more than God Himself“??



13 Feb

Family is a word used to describe people you are connected to or related to by blood

It is a highly over-rated word because this is not necessarily the case

There have been instances of people with whom you have no blood ties

Yet they have proven themselves in helping you out of bad blood

It is not enough that your own blood relation let you down, leaving you dazed

They show no sign of remorse whatsoever even at your cries

I’ve always wondered “what is the usefulness of an Uncle”:

Who stays out of the country and never calls unless he needs a favor

Who has never thought of inviting you over for a visit though he has the means?

Who has alienated himself from your life so much that the mere thought of him feels like the taste of soup with no flavor?

Who fronts to the whole world as a religious man yet is a beast that wreaks havoc in his household like sour beans

Who has all it takes to succeed yet chooses to be a nuisance

An uncle whose temper when upset is like an inferno, easy to start, almost impossible to douse

Who doesn’t see the need for life’s necessities, calling them frivolities?

Who sees the needs of family as luxuries and prefers to live even poorer than a church mouse

Who is well known for his eye servitude and talkativeness, yet sees no need to change

Who prefers to be lauded in his presence yet be bad-mouthed by the same

Who is known for his notoriety in young girls, but still counsel prospective couples?

Who announces himself without reason from a well-defined range?

Or the usefulness of an aunt:

Who is never heard from except when she needs help in saving her marriage from her carelessness?

Who always has something derogatory to say to you even when you are doing fine?

Who does all she can to frustrate you out of her own state of barrenness

And the list goes on and on and on

But I’d rather have a family of friends with no blood connection whatsoever

Who though are not perfect can allow you to be yourself around them

Who accepts their faults readily and are willing to work with you for a change

Who doesn’t feel threatened by your fame/fortune but sticks to you forever?

Who loves you even much more than you feel a human is capable of showing?

It is said that friend, trend, etc. all has an END, but family doesn’t

I want to say that family might not have an END because family begins where Friend Ends

Therefore my friend ceases to be a friend when he becomes FAMILY.

Your name

9 Feb

You got it from your father, It was all he had to give,

So its yours to use, love and cherish as long as you live.

If you lose the watch he gave you, it can always be replaced

But a black mark on your name can never be erased

It was clean the day you took it, and a worthy name to bear

When he took it from his father, there was no dishonor there

So make sure you guard it wisely, after all is said and done

You’ll be glad the name is spotless, when you give it to your son.


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