Hey Dad, how are you doing?
It’s been a while. Yeah, u ngu nena? Gabriel, your first son, still struggles to maintain your name and make you proud. It isn’t easy but c’mon, this is life. Theo, can you imagine? I remember only yesterday when you asked her in great shock: I heard you have a boyfriend (?) She has the guts to think of marriage! But she does not defy you because you are no longer around to say something… she is in her late twenties! Time flies, doesn’t it? Ten years, and counting!
I am through with University and finishing my service. I have big hopes of becoming great, like you, or greater. Well, we – the three of us, do. We are all in different fields and struggle differently trying to be the best hat we can be. We are unified by your name though, your blood and a missing of you. We hope you are well wherever you are.
I wouldn’t lie to you. I hardly knew you but we had some fun, you telling me stories by moonlight and all. The laughs, advices and everything. Thanks for teaching me the rosary too and helping me to pray. I talk to God easier now, and it really helps. Do you believe that I miss you? Yeah, I do. Most of the times, when I see people of all ages with their dads, giving the sage advice, talking or just doing stuff… I remember. I have tried to adopt and adapt but there is the occasional “Whose child?” that leaves each foster calling you and reminding me I am yours. They go to theirs in smiles, me in tears, just remembering. So much to ask, so much wishes but just the small memories I struggle to save.
I hear you ask after Ma. Yeah, she is still around and as beautiful, maybe more beautiful than then. But she struggles and gets several wrinkles in search of a bite for us all, and our cousins, their parents who have joined you since. We pray to grow soon and take over… She really is the best and I now know why you always appreciated and said we should appreciate her.
So much to say and yet, so little space: the world wouldn’t be enough to fill the void and words. Hmm, well, I guess to let you be till I write again on your next birthday. Meanwhile, greet all our Grannies, Anty Pat, all our loved ones, Dr. Ijir (yeah, he joined on your ninth). He is my friend’s dad. Her name is Aver and I have adopted her as my younger sister. She wants to be a Doctor too. I know you would smile at her. And it isn’t what you think – I am still babeless. Shhh! Sorry, I forgot you were Dad. There are fine friends… Ogo Ugbor is here and she is another fine lady who colours my every day – a sister. She is helping me get a lady. We are thinking of a fine lady called Femi! Ha!! Got ya! Keep guessing or looking at me from there if you can. But let me call Titi, Felicity – I know you would be asking, why the long cast of dames. Hee hee hee… you know me now…trying to be like you! In a good way, of course. Sha…but, like I said, till we speak next.
Gabriel and Theodora send their greetings. Ver, Chinedu, Schola, Aver, Samson and all the rest too. They are probably writing or thinking their messages now. Whatever it is, thank you very much for the time we spent. You the best, T.V (mind I call you that?) and I still have only one grudge – that I might inherit your bald head! Lu dedoo.
– Su’eddie 24th July, 2010