64 years ago, you were born into a world that didnt know what cell phones were, latest technology was having a "wireless" in your house, and even though life seemed dificult back then, it was nothing compared to 2014.
You went to school just like everyone else, had your full education, albeit you were one of 8 sibllings. 8 siblings that used to fight about who had more food on their plate at dinner time. Ah, life as a kid, was fun. You were naughty, yes, what boy isnt naughty? Lol, you were growing up and learning.
I know theres maybe a million things you never told me about growing up in Rhodesia and Zambia, maybe you forgot about it, or chose not to tell me, maybe to protect me. I'll never know. But I know you looked after yourself, coz you raised your last-born, now a 32 year old man. Me.
After school, you walked into a job and became a man over night. Back in the day, after a guy left school, he got his trade, and that became his life long proffession. For nearly 4 decades you worked on the National Railways, working your way up through the ranks. What the world didn't see was, while you were climbing the corporate ladder, so to say, you married my mother and gave her a wonderful family. You told my mom you will look after her, and it was not necessary for her to work. And you kept your word.
35 years, you dad, and mom have been married. (I hope I too will be able to maintain such an incredible milestone like that with one woman). That alone is a silent lesson any man can teach his son. 18 years ago, you were nearly taken from us in a bad accident in Zimbabwe while driving the Chiredzi - Bulawayo route. I was old then, but still too young to fully comprehend what it all entailed. I was 14 back then, and it was the first time in my life I had seen you cry. I didnt understand why, but now that i have my own children dad, I know what it means to love unconditionally.
Fast forward to today, dad its painful to see you cry everyday coz of the pain you're in. I remember you from when I was a small boy, as this huge well built man that had life in his step. You were my hero, you always knew how to fix things.
I wish you can fix the second stroke you had now thats left you paralysed on your right hand side of your body. It pains me to see you lying in that hospital bed, unable to move, unable to stand up and come home. Your voice is now shallow, your body a gaunt figure. I meant it that night I told you I love you and want to see you come home. See, mom and I have made it easier for you if you do come home, we moved so you can have easier access with a wheelchair. But I dont want to see you in that, I want to walk down the road with you and buy you a cold drink.
Dad you will always be my dad, no matter how frail you get. You looked after me, now its my turn. I will always love you...