A Father’s day story you should see

I see how this Sunday is going. I see all the flowers glowing. I remember all the brave fathers gone.
Father’s that’ll rather die grinding than watch their family starve. Father’s enduring all sorts of humiliation in their work places just to make sure their family stay proud.

Father’s that went to war to save the nations they birthed. A 200,000-man army keeping the terror away. Father’s taking up too much stress daily for years, heart attack and high-blood pressure taking down these heroes. Trapped on death row but he is holding the gates. They know its going to come sudden someday, but they rather go home early than watch their family suffer.
I remember father’s staying slim to watch’em wives and kids grow fat, Okonjo-iweala styled puffy chicks and all. He makes a lot of money but family expenses are zapping it.
He can’t take bullshit but he’s taking it so the family can feed.
I remember today, fathers who have been the best husbands and ther son’s heroes and their daughter’s best friends.

Today, I feel all the fathers traveling perilous roads every weekend just to spend 24 hours with their family on saturday, sunday evening, they damn back in them risk highway, heading back to work.

I have a respect in my heart for fathers trekking to work every day under the rain and shine because they handed over their car to their wife.

Today, my thoughts are with all the young men today inspired by fathers on fire. The young men out there risking it all to have a great family, cool range rover in a well-mansioned compound. In the back of my mind, I want to be that father, but I got to find that mama first. There is a proud son in the future saying “happy father’s day”.