As a a very small boy in primary three, my dad whom was then - TopicsExpress



          

As a a very small boy in primary three, my dad whom was then stationed at Burutu, while us, his immediate family were at Orerokpe, and he came every weekend and had noticed from my English Language notebook that i was not doing well in the DICTATION class, so he volunteered taking me on DICTATION.And he had asked me to spell less say, house, and i could not, he then asked me to spell less say Bucket, i could not, with that i could see he was getting visibly angry, and in exasperation he had asked me to spell Boy, and i had spelt B-O-Q, for BOY, maybe it was because of the nearby water cane, because until today, how B-O-Q came out from my mouth i cannot explain. Trust my dad, the much dreaded water cane landed on my head, before my very reliable DEAR MAMA rescued me, saying, abeg nor teach my pikin again ooo. I would later be going to the vendor at a very tender age to buy newspapers for my dad, and it was where my interest for NEWS started. From my dads modest collection of books i would later read Civil War Soliloquies by Nnamdi Azikiwe, 90 Minutes At Entebbe, and many other books that has shaped my near average Facebook posts today. So sad, during my Dads era, there was no Facebook, as his posts would have dwarfed the Efe Wanoghos of our world today, whose posts, we daily look forward to read. And so as my Dad celebrate 71 today, i thank him for so many numerous unmentioned things but most importantly as Ena Ofugara has taught to say, for the semen that brought forth me. Happy Birthday Popsie.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 08:39:44 +0000

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