my own don waka cam meet-up me...I am still in disbelieve and choose to remain that way..oh my!! i love my dad, he is one of the few people who never questioned any of my moves or decisions, he always made me think i knew what i was doing even when i didn't. and most of all he was always there to pick us up each time we fell...We had the best parent on earth and could never have asked for more. Dad was a true father to us and our friends too, he gave us all what a father could give a child.. He served me like i meant the whole world to him (did the same thing to my siblings). Dad after all was very humble, he would clean for me, care for my kids while i slept or went to work, he washed my clothes and folded them, and sat there by my side while i was ill and asleep all night, all morning... same things he did for me he did for my siblings.. unconditional love.. i never felt insecure or weak because i knew i had a father to run back to.He taught me how to write, meditate, focus and how to achieve my goals. We sang together, told crazy stories too and ofcourse he especially was my marriage counselor..We did playback songs together.
Dad, i will never forget the dance you thaught us as kids when you came home from work every evenning. we all gathered around you flexing our hands forward and backwards and noding our heads trying to imitate your dance.. we all sang what i still call " a knyocks to your parents...tadadaaa!!!".. hahaha!! mum knows just what i mean because i danced the same song in september to mum..
you never believed what anyone told you about me, you were always certain that my reactions to anythin gor anybody had a good reason eventhough in the end you would correct me for reacting fast..
Dad you missed dying in my arms 3 times from when i was 16 years old and mum was away,do you remember?...... you called me to your room and showed me where your will was incase anything happened to you, you asked me to give it to mummy (i promised myself that i was not going to read the will because if i did you would probably die,) i pretended to smile just to hold back the tears in my eyes then i shut your door and ran to my room, got on my knees, pulled out my bible and had a chat with God. The funny thing is i ran back to dad's room every 30 minutes checking on him to see if he was dead or still alive but each time i went he was awake and when he looked at me i would say "dad did you call me" just so he wouldn't know my trick.. i did that a few more times and i think he understood my move. Two other times you passed out and did not tell me till you got out of it by yourself and finally this time. Dad you played a trick on us, you left for Cameroon and then could not wait to see us before dying, you did not want us to see you suffering, you just wanted us to keep the best memory of you inside us like i do now..
When i was 9 years old, you taught me how to knot a tie, the French, Italian and American style which i still do remember how to do, you brought that same tie i knoted for you when i was 9 years old to show me on my wedding day, you still had it knotted after 21 years, you told me you wanted to keep it and show me.. hahahaha!! i will knot your tie one last time dad, one last time, and i tell you , i did enjoy my dance with you, every step of it..
Our parents showed us how to love unconditionally, now, what do i do if this dream is true? Papa always called me "M'a". When i was 12 years old and started learning how to bake and cook, he was the only one who said my food tasted very good even when it was burnt , half done, or even when coconut cones turned into coconut rocks he still managed to eat them smiling and telling me it was very good, then in the same sentence he would say " M'a, you see eh!! next time just add a little more water, less salt, do not over cook it or cook it for this long.. etc..
He taught AB how to play football, you gave me my first tennis racket because you were a tennis champion (soccer champ too) and loved me to play tennis ( i promised you a Tennis match in April and never got to beating your butt down on the tennis court, but hey!!! i smacked you on the Wii tennis sometimes..lol!!)..
AB prayed for you to get well when we told him you were no more, AB said "dear Jejus christ make grandpa well"...hmm!! Wow!! we are all in dis-believe.. i beg wuna pray for we before a tire,, so far, the Lord has our backs. abeg wuna pray for our mummy and dad's mum oh i beg,,
Dad do you remember your rap competion dance with Ma'song at my wedding?... you beat her in the dance like you were Usher..
I begged God to give me one last chance to see you , hold your hand and hug you before you left, but this time the Lord said "No"... He had already shown me twice in a row in my sleep, that was two weeks (exactly 13 and 12 days ) before you left us. The Lord showed me that you were leaving but i fought and rebuked the dream..
Choe!! masa papa you noh fit die ......................................................
I will remember everything you told and taught me.. When i was at the University of Buea i wore your expensive Italiano shoes, i took them from the house and wore at school...
Dad, get up now, get up and be strong you always told me i needed to be strong and fearless, now get up and practice what you preach or preached..
I love you Dad and i am glad i told you that while you could still hear it.
Get upppppppppp!!! Efu