Femo the field Marshall: A tribute to my Dad on his 50th
If love was essentially about the good feelings we get when people deserve us then there won't be a big deal about love would it? Leading works on the subject of love make us understand that there are different types of love and that of all types, Unconditional Love; Agape Love is the greatest. Unconditional love is a tough kind of love. Under this arrangement, you are obliged to continue to shower your love on an object whether or not such is deserving. Today is my Father's birthday and I am dedicating this post to him. My father is someone who has hurt me the most in life but I honour him for his difference. I celebrate the grace of God and the opportunity to have a father. My father is a great man.
It is father's day in a couple of days time and my Dad gets to enjoy an early mover advantage that I am about to explore in this post. He deserves everything good that life brings. He doesn't drive a fancy car. Doesn't have a domiciliary account. I don't remember the warmth of a father's hug. I'd really love to but I am grateful for what I have. I have my father. He couldn't afford to buy me toys when I was a lad but he sculpted a wooden gun for me. He engraved on it "Femo the field Marshall". Boy! I was the envy of my friends.
While most men were busy getting things, my father had me. I probably deprived him of his youth. He was in his mid-twenties. Silly, but I enjoyed being sent away from school for unpaid fees. The only thing I missed was the story telling sessions with my equally absent-minded friends under the palm tree in front of my class. The sitting room was surrounded by a giant book-shelf and I got to read more books than my mates. I read volumes of Encyclopedias. I guess that's why I am obsessive about big words (lol). I remember my running battles with my English teacher who always enjoyed marking me down because the solution to my home work was often above his head. Thanks Dad! We messed with his head by consulting our "University Dictionary".
I have often wondered about some of the decisions you have made. I wouldn't dare do some of the things you did but I am yet proud to be a son. I am glad about the positive things I picked from you. Your articulate sense has definitely rubbed off on me. I got my bold stare from you. I fear no foe. The power of my eyes can reach to the soul of the high and mighty. I almost mis-judged this for fear of reprimand (some folks equal bold stares to arrogance). Never will I allow a fellow man silence my intuition and conviction. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho's underscored the power of this infinite power. Your hard work on and devotion to the fields is amazing. I wish I have your kind of courage to embrace the unpopular. Not rich in materials possessions but rich in freedom and creativity. You are gifted and uber-talented. I honour your dignity of labour.
While I pray that your journey culminates into a truly fulfilling one where the love of the creator is paramount, I sincerely offer my thanksgiving to the author of life who makes all things beautiful. May you find joy in knowing your maker and may his light overthrow all the works of the enemy within and without.
Cheers to love!
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