Every day, i think this is a dream.

“My daddy, the best daddy in the world, the number one daddy, there is no daddy like you”. In recent years, this was how I greeted my dad. He would smile upon hearing this.

It made me happy because I meant every word. “How is my baby”? he would ask.   “I am ok Sir”.

“No, no no, I mean my real baby, Testimony”. “Daddy, I am your number 1 baby”. And on and on we would go.

Every day, I think this is a dream. Daddy cannot really be gone. There were so many things I still wanted to say to him, so many questions I had, so many experiences left to discover.

My dad was a great man. He was a caring and loving father but also a disciplinarian (I have not forgotten the serious koboko action I received) He wanted the best for his family and strived to provide what he did not have growing up. He trained us in the way of the Lord and was proud when we served in God’s house.

He had interesting dance moves (I keep saying he couldn’t dance but he tried). He was a sharp dresser; and he loved to shop. He loved to give and be a blessing, a character I try my best to emulate.

He liked to explore! He lit up when discovering something new however, he wasn’t going to follow the family on a cruise ship. I loved my dad so much. Words cannot express the heartache I feel knowing I can’t hug him, sleep on his tummy or kiss his cheek anymore.

Daddy, thank you for being the best father. Thank you for your words of wisdom and the impact you made. Thank you for loving us despite our mistakes.

Thank you for pushing us. This new reality is hard to swallow. Daddy, you are loved and sorely missed.

Your Loving daughter

Mrs Christianah Oraweme

FEBRUARY 22, 2024