23 Years & Counting

On this day 23 years ago my father breathed his last breath.

It wasn’t really a surprise because he was sick and in hospital in the run up to his death but you know death, it has a way of shocking you regardless. 

This day is always weird for me because I’m never sure how I’m supposed to, allowed to feel. He died 9 days before I turned four so I can’t say I knew him well. Am I a hypocrite for mourning a man I barely knew or is the fact that I called him daddy all the reason I need?

Over the years I’ve heard many stories about him that have made me believe he was a good man, a man of integrity. I know they aren’t lying because I’ve heard it from too many people for it not to be true but I also know no man is perfect. Why does no one tell me the bad things? Do they think it will make me love him less?  Surely the man must have annoyed some people in this world! I really hate not knowing everything. It sucks.

The fondest memory I have of him was in the run up to his death. It was June 1988 and my birthday wasn’t far away. I asked my mum how we were going to celebrate it and she said we weren’t because daddy was in hospital.

“Daddy, mummy says I can’t celebrate my birthday because you are sick!!!”

I was crying like my life depended on a cake and party packs for my friends at school.

“Your mummy said that?! Don’t mind her, of course you will celebrate it. Tina!”

 

My mother rushed to his bedside.

“Why did you tell my Princess that she can’t celebrate her birthday?!”

My father made EVERYONE that came to visit him promise that they should make sure I had the birthday of all birthdays.

“Daddy I know you can’t come home for the party but I will bring you some of my birthday cake.” 

Sadly, he didn’t hang around long enough for me to keep that promise.

Everyone kept their word and I had the best birthday ever. The house was brimming with presents and I’ve never seen so many cakes in my life…not even in a bakery! My classmates at school awarded me goddess status and my gargantuan party packs were the talk of the class for weeks after. I had to wear a black party dress to school with black plastic earrings but even that didn’t stop me smiling. My mother, aunties, uncles, and the rest of my family were mourning but I was floating on a cloud and they were forced to put aside their grief to make my day extra special. Not the most sensitive kid on the block eh?!

I think I will forever feel guilty about that. It’s why I never make a fuss on my birthday.

I’m not interested in filling my dustbin with wet tissues today. Who will empty it when I’m done?!  All I want is for him to know that by the grace of God, I’ve made good of my life.  I didn’t get knocked up and sleep with men for money like those aunties predicted I would.  I didn’t drop out of university and fall in with bad gangs like all those people said I would. We didn’t have to beg for anything like all those people expected we would. They who were avoiding us were wasting their energy because we sure as hell didn’t need them. We had God (even when we didn’t know it) and he was more than enough for us.

Today I want him to know he isn’t forgotten. I treasure the memories I have of him and I will forever be grateful to God that I knew him at all.

Angels, I’m not sure how these things work but just in case he can’t read this, please pass on the message. If you will, tell him I love him and will bring him that piece of cake when I’m coming to meet him in heaven. Mr Integrity, let him not say I don’t keep my promises!

xXx

Waila

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22 comments

  1. Why do we expect people to be flawed???Enjoy your AWESOME memories/stories you’ve heard of him. He had to be a good man cos in naija, not even death stops people from talking trash.

    Don’t feel guilty about celebrating your birthday, remember you honored his request by having a wonderful birthday. And 4 years is enough to know a person (little children have a better memory than we’ll like to admit).

    May he continue to RIP.

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  2. This is a great tribute and beautifully written from the heart. May he continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord, amen.

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  3. This post hit home for me personally!
    God is indeed truly faithful!
    He never leaves His own….even when we are not completely aware, He is always there working things out for our good!…..:-)
    The weird thing is yest I was missing my own dad as it was 4years and 11months he passed away yest and I was just filled with gratitude to God.
    I’m too sure your Dads smiling in heaven, happy about the woman you have become/ are becoming and waiting for his piece of cake!!!….
    🙂

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  4. Beautful tribute.. Thank God for the time you were able to spend with your dad and that the memory you have of him is of a father who loved you and regarded you as his princess..
    And thank God you have the opportunity to know the greatest Daddy of all…. Abba Father xx

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  5. So beautiful, Osayi…too beautiful. I thank God for a father who cared more about his daughter’s birthday than himself because it meant so much to her.

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  6. Actually bought me to tears reading this. I thank God for your life and for your family. This story just shows God’s continuous faithful love.

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  7. *big hug*
    This actually made me choke back tears and totally appreciate my dad, it moved me to send him an I love you email.

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  8. What a beautiful tribute.I am sure he is proud of what you have become Osayi.Live your life to the fullest and remember his legacy-Be a woman of integrity.You have just started.

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  9. girl this was beautiful…i’m sure he is proud of you..your words actually hit home to me especially the 3rd paragraph to the last….its good to know you’re a testimony and that God watches out for his own regardless of what people say…

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  10. You guys are so amazing! Thank you for all the prayers, encouragement and kind words. God bless you all and satisfy you with long life! xxx

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  11. Osayi you are one of the most beautiful people I know in & out. This is exquisite & well written. I was a little teary because despite not having your daddy you turned out so so well & I’m proud of you & I know your daddy is proud of you as well & may he continue to rest in peace. Yes God watches out for his own people & I thank God for your family. Reading this now has made me realise that I can overcome anything & everything. May God continue to bless you… You are truly a woman of substance.

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  12. ((((((hug Osayi))))))) smiles
    Happy you have the Father of all fathers on your side; glad you are making dad proud.
    You have reasons to celebrate every birthday you live to witness, cos it’s a gift from God.

    ****happy belated baiday baby****

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