There is part of my life that I have not written about yet, the death of my father. I have read other bloggers like Londonnaijachic, moments and phumie and I have been encouraged by their words. I have decided to put up a letter I wrote to my father shortly after he passed away. This will be the only time that I write about him in my blog, only because I believe thats the best thing to do for my self. I want you all to know that I am not sad, I am happy for the times I shared with him and I am so grateful and thankful that I knew him and I was his daughter.
When I woke up today, your head was heavy on my shoulders.It just got heavier and heavier. All your grief and sorrows were laid on my shoulders and I have carried them ever since. What burdens have you put on me? Please, do not go. Come back, Daddy. Do you remember everything? How proud you used to be of me? I was going to be a doctor. Daddy, I don't know what happened but I never wanted to let you down. I was going to rule the world, make you proud of me. Did I do that? Did I ever make you proud of me? I remember you everyday. All the times I loved you, all the times I hated you and now I miss you so much. Daddy, I am glad I told you that I love you because I always have. Don't be angry with me. Don't go so far away. You've always been so far. Where are you now? Do you remember when you used to take us swimming? and then we bought suya afterwards. Do you remember Warri club? You took us there every weekend. I loved it. We used to buy petrol on sundays and newspapers, and then we went home. I hated the smell of petrol but I always went because It was just me and you. Daddy please don't go. You will always be with me forever. I will never let you go. You have to be proud of me. You have to.