The real Man

This morning, I woke up somewhat too early, given when I slept. I felt the emotion, love, and presence of the first love of my life. He was the first man to hold me close to his chest. I remember days when Mum was not ready to deal with my "akebaje" behavior; she would say go and sleep in your father's room.

Sleeping in Dad's room is one of the best memories I hold on to. Dad would start waking me for morning devotion an hour before time. You see, Maami only needs to wake you once with sweet names; after that, Maami is going to threaten to pour water on you to get you up. But my best friend, gist partner, my ride or die, will call you all your oriki, then hold you to himself and ask you to go and brush; after that, he would tell you kindly we have to pray.

My PoP once said that he is exceptionally kind to his wife so that if he dies, anyone who wants to marry his wife will find it difficult to meet the standard he set. I thought it was "selfish," but I get his point of creating an irreplaceable experience. One of the reasons I am comfortable with a male God is that I had a good father. Even though I have an issue with the present father god, colonial Christianity has constructed him to be further distorted by the patriarchal male ideologies through time and space who commit violence in the name of god/God

I learn father means source "Abba. Today, I celebrate the love of my life Pa. Remilekun Johnson Popoola, while celebrating all men who make fatherhood and masculinity beautiful. Men who, despite their flaws, continue to offer their feathers as wings for many to fly.

Happy International Men's Day!

 Posted on Facebook on  November 19, 2022

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