The first time I told my father that I love him,
The first time I told my father that I love him, it was on the phone.
I still remember that afternoon.
I had felt ignored by someone I cared about, even after I had texted and called this person several times.
As a result of this, I decided that I was going to extend that energy to someone that might appreciate it.
So, I went through my call log and I saw that I had missed my father's call earlier.
I called him.
As soon as he picked, I asked about his health and how he was faring.
As a traditional African father, he probably suspected that I was about to ask of a favour..
So, I quickly stated my intentions.
"Daddy, I only called to find out if you're okay oh."
He laughed a bit.
Then, he explained that he was still at work—he's a secondary school teacher.
We spoke for a few minutes, I could sense that he wanted to go back to what he was doing before I called.
So, I simply said "Daddy, take care of yourself. I love you!"
I said it without thinking.
And, it felt really awkward for me—that was my first time of saying such to him and at that moment, I knew I really meant what I said.
Silence filled the call.
Then, he responded,"Thank you"
I felt light-headed.
The call ended.
What did I do?
I told my father that I loved him.
It only felt awkward because I was certain that my father was not used to hearing such statement.
Thinking about it makes me smile in nostalgia.
Since then, I've been able to tell him several times that I care about him, and I have also tried my best to appreciate him for the big and small things he does for the family.
Again, my father's teachings shaped me into the woman that I am today.
He was my first teacher.
Good morning to YOU.
I AM MAMA POWA

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