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Happy Father’s Day

The men in our society are slowly become a dying breed; with the worst cases of pitiable and diminishing nit wits. Its unusual when the evening news is not filled with highlights of rapists, murderers, priest sodomizers, drug addicts and alcoholics. The worst of the human species(heck even in the Animal Kingdom) has become the man. The sole inheritor of the earth, thus its recorded in the holy books. Well, its no wonder the woman has leisurely risen to his role. From this, days like International Womens Day, Mother’s Day, Valentines Day were thus unarguably set aside for this glorified being. And for sure she has not disappointed.

In the recent years, many women have been left to tend to children who have grown believing that they are bastards, trusting in their mothers as the sole providers and caretakers. Women have risen up from abuse, traditional customs and taboos to be leaders in their own right. Found a way to live and let live, raise daughters to mothers, babies to men, make careers and conquer the male dominated world.

But to not crucify all the men though, there are a few out there that also stand out and thus the reason for my silent bow.

I bow to the man who for his hardwork and sane mind, has been able to shift the goal posts back to where they were. He has become a pillar of support and a paradigm of strength. This is the man who knows the value of family, the mere epitome of being not only a dad but a father.

I bow to the man who knows how to be one, a man. And that being a man is not in fists or muscles, who appreciates the beauty of living and nurturing, who has learnt the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. The man who gives happiness and not buys it, who confronts problems not avoids them,…that’s the man who deserves a hats’ off for father’s day!

And to all the dads who are fathers,  who for one reason or another have shown that being a father requires character and that it’s not by how long a man liveth, but how well he uses the time allotted to him, Happy Fathers Day. Who through efforts, have made the woman a humble being, looking up to him as the head and not a competitor, Happy Fathers Day! 

And so being a man, a father, life teaches us; is merely not in the possession of two dangling balls somewhere on the throne of the gods, its also more than making life. It's in the simple things that make life worth living as a woman.

And to this, happy father’s day to the two men in my life; my awesome father...without him I could not be!


       And of course, my daughter’s dad. The man in my life, who for all its worth, I could not ask to be with non else!

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Computer Doctor said…
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