Daddy's Girl

I haven’t blogged in a while and I kind of feel guilty, I guess I’ve been less self absorbed these days. I guess I’ll write a little bit about my dad.

My earliest and probably my fondest memory of him is sort of a family trip when I was no more than 6 or 7 years old. We had gone to Ogun state to visit relatives; first stop was my dad’s side of the family, in Abeokuta, which was in a more urban part of town, generally more conducive as far as a spoilt little girl used to city living was concerned. Second stop was my mum’s side; very distant relatives whom I had never met who lived in a more rural part of town in a village called Arigbajo. So we get there, visit for a little while and it’s getting pretty dark so my mum decides it would be best if we stayed the night in the village. Daddy had to work the next day so he alone would go back home. Nahan! Daddy’s little girl, yours truly, was not liking the plan. I’m not sure if it was the whole village scene, unfamiliar faces, strange bed, my mum forcing us to play with these kids that weren’t my usual type of friends…maybe the no light, no idea what it was, but I was having none of it. I started bawling my eyes out; I wasn’t staying in some village while my daddy was gone! I’m was going back home with my daddy! Anyway after unsuccessfully trying to persuade me to stay with my mum and 3 other siblings, daddy and I got on the road and I was happy. Driving back home in the front seat, I felt like the first lady. lol! My reign was shortlived though, I guess daddy realized how late and dangerous our ride back home was and decided it would be best if we both went back to the village. Of course I was a little embarrassed because now I had to go back to the village but it was okay, as long as I was with my daddy. I guess I used to be daddy’s girl but somewhere along the line that changed.

My dad was the type to take us out every Sunday; wherever. The beach, latest restaurants, fancy hotels for dinner, long drives to Abeokuta listening to Barry White, Gregory Isaacs, Luther Van dross, Smokie Robinson and others in that genre. Yeah, growing up, I definitely adored daddy.

Flash forward to present, older and wiser. Our relationship is all but perfect, I see his flaws, I see some mistakes, but most of all I see my father’s love. I can’t even begin to list the actions that show me how much my father loves me. He worked and continues to work super hard to make sure his girls are “good”. Actually, I can’t put it into words, I can’t describe my father’s love, there is no way I could do it any justice. I’ll just say, my daddy is an awesome daddy and I am blessed in so many ways to be his daughter.