With time, everyone forgets!!!

Memories are kept alive intentionally by those who it meant the most to.
When I am gone, for what will I be remembered?

Thanks Dad and Mom for intentionally creating an atmosphere of peace for us all growing up.
I really can't remember my parents fighting.
I also don't remember being flogged as a way of punishment or out of transferred aggression.

I do remember one "behavior changing slap"!!! Story, story.......

It so happened that we were all engaged in serious play - did I ever tell you all that Mom believed that hard play, as in very creative play, for children, was the same as working hard for adults??!!!
This was in 23, Salawu Street, Surulere, Lagos days.
Anyways, so I had already had my turn but I wanted another. Can't remember what game we were all playing.

When I didn't get my way, I then proceeded to start crying....  the loudest fake cry you can only imagine. 
Only God knows the spirit that prompted me to carry myself to the back of our parents bedroom window side o!!!
The plan was that Daddy who was home would shout from inside and say "obunnu unnu ngini"!!!  ( sorry if you don't understand item)!
Then so he wouldn't need to say more, they would let me have my way for peace to prevail.

For where, all I saw, or should I say remember, was.......

Dad came out and "sounded" me! 
Please understand, there's a difference between slap and sounding. Only Nigerians will understand. Hmmm.

In shock, I just went inside and slept.
I slept for so long.
Only me by myself comforted myself.

The lesson was so effectively learned.

I still marvel at parents who don't understand that children are champions when it comes to manipulation.

Happy 94th Birthday tomorrow my Beloved Father!!!

Ten Years Ago, Daddy, Pharmacist Osoka Okeudo Imo, passed on to glory! Every rememberance of my beloved Father is always with gratitude and joy.

Daddy made everyone of us feel we were his favorite.

He made you believe in yourself because he believed in you and showed it openly.

Dad was always punctual to events.
It wasn't unusual to find him most times 15 minutes early and already seated sometimes even before the organizers. He and Mom would already have agreed on how long they would be at every program and would leave immediately it was time.

Dad had a loud and very sonorous voice. Many times, I regret that we never got to record him singing!!!

I used to tell people humorously that when it came to shouting, my Dad roared!!! Me, panic? Maka why now? No matter how you shout, you're simply allowed to express your opinion however, I'm under no obligation to accept it.

Dad was tough and caring at the same time.
He made it a habit to remember all our special days and would visit or call if not able to.

We had absolutely no tension in the house. Our friends were welcome and there was always something to nibble on. I think Dad taught us all how to eat groundnuts. There was always a bottle by his bedside.

Dad had a wicked sense of humour and would tease you till you loosened up.

Join me thank God for a great Father.

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