Dad's love
That was me in year 1 Unilag. That t-shirt was my coat of many colours. Bought for me by my mum and I took it with me everywhere I went. I bought the jeans myself. The boots were Dad's safety boots which he used for work. This was the time oversize t-shirts, faded white washed jeans, big belts and big boots were in vogue. So that was me feeling cool. This was the thick of the Hip hop era.
Dad came to see me at uni and that was how I was dressed the day he came. He asked me why as a law student I was dressed like that. Why are you not wearing a suit and tie? He asked me. My previous Uni (AAU) we used to have a dress code. I answered that we didn't have a dress code in this uni. Everybody wears jeans to class. But your jeans are very old and have lost all the blue colour in them. He responded. The next day he told me that I should take him to the shops were he could buy me some new clothes. We went to the shops and he got me really blue pairs of jeans. He asked me how many pairs did I want. I said Dad one pair is okay. But he refused. He asked shop assistant to bring about 4 or 5 pairs so I can have one for each day of the week. I told him that one pair of jeans was okay that I will wear it with the other one at home. That was when he told me that I should not wear that tattered jeans again. He asked me what else I needed. Do you have shirts? Shoes? I told him that I had more than enough clothes. But he refused and wanted me to have new clothes. Before this time I had always asked for money from him for clothes and I always felt that he wasn't giving me enough. But that day my eyes were opened to his love for me. That day, I knew I have a Dad who desires to give me more than I desired, who loves me beyond what I knew and who thinks the best of me and wants the best for me. When I see this picture, I don't remember how he took me to the shops and shopped for me; what I remember is his over-flowing love for me. Love you Dad.
