IT'S FATHER'S DAY!!
Hello guys,
Happiest Sunday to you! How's the day going? Is it rice or soup that's cooking?😋
For some few seconds, permit me to forget all niceties. I'm here to rant!
I don't think I'm the only one who noticed, but only in the first quarter of this year, we've had 5 different days for Mothers!
Five!!
C'mon. I do not contest that mothers should not be celebrated, they are amazing. In every sense of the word and beyond.
So are our fathers too! And they deserve all the gifts, appreciations, shows of love and every other endearments that our mothers receive.
I well understand the reason for the bias - physical show of affection, closeness, very mutual relationships exist between mothers and their children.
But that is simply one way of showing love, and fathers tend not to follow that pattern.
They may seem hard, overbearing, too focused, away all the time or too prayerful- it is through all this that they show their love. Their screaming, hostility and 'moods' are not premeditated, they are a result of what they go through and what they do not want us to go through or become.
They do not deserve to only be celebrated casually once a year, if their better halves are celebrated five times that!
A wise woman once said;
He may not have breasts to breastfeed, yet everyone sucks from his unseen breasts.
He may not carry pregnancy for nine months, but he's always pregnant with family needs.
He may not know how labour pain feels, but his pains are not physical.
Tears may not be in his eyes but he bleeds from inside when he has no means to put food on the table for his household.
Alright, enough of the ranting already!😂
Before I go, let me leave you with this poem, I wrote in March about my parents. Because I respect them so much and love them no matter what I think. It is woven into every fabric of my being. I love my parents.
Alright, here:
I LEARNT PRAYER FROM MY PARENTS
I have watched many YouTube videos,
Of anointed pastors with great callings.
I have read books of priests, ministers
And have tarried under the minstrel of anointed singers.
I have attended prayer services,
And always find myself at a spot on the vigil ground.
Permit me, however, to disclaim a little here;
The above forms a minute contribution to my prayer life.
I learnt to pray from my parents.
I learnt earnest and intermittent prayer
From my father.
That man could tarry on his knees night after night,
With a long list of prayer requests.
He would anoint me and the illness would disappear.
He would pray on a glass of water,
Or lay his hands on me,
And I would excel where my peers did not.
That man would study the entire Old Testament
And his faith would be so contagious!
My father would never give up even when hope seemed so little.
I learned prayer from my parents.
I learnt faith declarations and praise from my mother.
My mother is a woman of very strong faith.
Very strong faith!
And her faith produces patience.
Of such a nature that she hardly worries.
That woman would speak and speak
Until she calls into being things that were not.
Her faith also produces Wisdom.
It is in this wisdom, that by her lifestyle
Aligned me in the Way of Prayer.
I learnt prayer from my parents.
I thank God for my parents.
It's goodnight from here, till we meet in our next post on the first chapter of Steve Covey's '7 Habits of Highly Effective People.' (check previous posts- something's cooking!!)
You do not want to miss it! It'll be an amazing review you would hate to miss.
See you soon.
Keep up the Sunday spirit!
Your-partner-in-learning,
Glory.
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