MY FATHER
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11 months ago
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My Father
Growing up I hated my father up to the extent of wishing he died rather than my mom.
Even now as an adult I’m still clueless as to why I hated him so much but maybe in fact I never did and growing up made me realize some things.
He was a man with deep ego that wanted a perfect family…. A loving and submissive wife, lovely and obedient kids to call his own.
Of course he got all the attributes he was looking for but there was one thing lacking, one thing that irritated him to the core.
Our mamma, his wife was richer and well to do than him, also we the kids seems to love our mom while we fear him instead and that set up a fear into his messed up mind.
The fear that his wife would teach his kids against him, the fear that he was not capable enough to take care of his family and the fear that his obedient kids won’t respect him anymore
That fear made my loving father vicious, he no longer comes home on daily basis and he would pounce on us every chance he gets.
The love and respect we had for him as our father turned into quick deep hatred and we didn’t bother to hide it from him, refuting his every statements, cursing at him and even almost getting physical with him.
Now his fear had turned into a reality and he hated our mamma more but unbeknownst to him behind every closed door where our mom was interacting, she was busy telling us how loving our father is, how everything in the house and all our basic necessities were being taken care of by him and we should never disrespect him but what should we the innocent naïve turned vicious kids do because our father had already exposed himself due to his change of attitude and we refused to believe our mamma’s words no more thereby even disrespecting him more.
THERE A MISUNDERSTANDING WAS BORN
Little years later, our mamma died and the responsibility of taking care of us fell on him. We all sneered in our heart knowing he was going to fail and he did or so we thought.
He divided us, one to the east, to the west, another to the south and one to the north. We all left with one thought in our head…..he didn’t care about us, whether we live or die he do not care and I personally denounced him as my father in my heart
He went to seek for another family that would satisfy his ruined ego and restore his pride as a man. A wife he would be the one taking care of and kids that would call him daddy with love but little did he know that what he seeks would destroy him. He got into debts turn by turn just to please his little new found family.
Now years has passed and we are all grown up with him still fulfilling his little responsibility to us as a father even though we are no longer with him.
Now of recent, I had called him in the morning asking for money rudely….he did later send the money but I got to hear from my brother in the afternoon that he had been arrested because he owed someone and he didn’t even get to eat before he was arrested.
Even if the money he borrowed that got him into trouble might be because of his little family and not me, even though him not eating first but making sure to send the money doesn’t mean he treat my matter as an urgent one tears still welled up my eyes as I remember the past I’ve always tried not to.
The young 11yr old me standing at the entrance of my school gate waiting for my father who was always coming from his place of work, a far distance technically another state to pick me up everyday and after that he will still get home and cook for his rude kids. Perhaps, it was the hatred, or immaturity or the fact that he hid it so well that I couldn’t for once think he was tired and trying also.
And now again he tried all means to send the money I didn’t ask for nicely even if it cost him not eating and being arrested.
Maybe it was the part of a woman having the softest heart or growing up nicely that didn’t make my elder siblings realize yet but if he had being the one who died instead of our mom…it would’ve break us too. We were just too young to understand that he love us even till now and we love him too but he was just a man driven by ego and a man who wanted a family he could control.
Now all that is left of that once strong man is a torn soul with grey hairs trying to provide for his kids and also his little family. Looking back too I guess he would have wished he didn’t envy his wife and he didn’t act like a macho man to his kids maybe things would’ve been different but he’s human and humans are prone to mistakes, just as much as we make we can also break too.
If given another chance….. I would choose to love my father unconditionally though I can’t say for others but I hope one day they will see the truth and it won’t be too late.
But there is still a chance for me to give him his flowers now because he is not dead and because he is still
‘MY LOVING FATHER'
~ DUNCAN
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