THE UNSEEN BREASTS AND PREGNANCY OF A FATHER

 

(Lamentation of a boy)

Heavy muscled chest; perhaps, flat tommy or potbelly,

That’s the biological make-up of a man

What then lies beyond these physical build-up of a man?

Now let’s take a trip to a distant, more often than not neglected struggles of a father.

A father (true) is a symbolic representation of strength and encouragement.

How many times have we made references to the statement “MY FATHER WILL BEAT YOU, MY DADDY WILL BUY ME SOME”? He is an uncelebrated hero.

A true father will stand by you, encouraging you to finish the task given even when he knows very well your energy is diminishing and you will give up in no time. 

The less recognized hero in a celebration day, our father, our Genie, the headquarters of wise counsel,

Yes he is a father, one we gave sleepless night when we cried out loud especially at night.

He has no soft back to back us nor soft comforting pair of lab to comfort us,

So when we cry, he is forced to put us on his formidable shoulder to calm us.

An uncelebrated hero, yet still a father, one who forfeited his personal needs just to perform his family deeds.

Though biological breasts is non-existential to breastfeed like a lactating mother would do, every member of a consanguinity sucks from this unseen breasts.

Nine – months pregnancy he carries not but he is always pregnant with family needs.

Shelter, fees, food, utility bills etc. are daily pregnancy issues to either abort/deliver. A true father delivers.

Labour pains he shares not with a woman, but he is pained when he has no means to and there is no hope to provide the necessities of the family, aborting becomes an options.

A decision that hangs around the concentric neck of this dad forever.

Some took to their heels and have not returned, all in the name of making it and not returning home empty – handed.

In a distant village, our fathers are warriors, the potential ones as well.

They left their bed of wood and left their sweet wife and betrothed ladies as they assembled at village shrine for fortifications.

Men of above 29years of age gathered with spears, arrows and knife all singing ancient songs of war. Duty calls and they must restored peace. It was they will call, yet less celebrated.

The women of the village can be heard wailing from distances for they knew the blood of their husbands and to be is about to be spit on the hungry sands and battle fields.

They are convinced beyond reasonable doubt that soon the patient vultures will soon have a feast on the unfortunate fallen husbands and to-be’s.

As the village is covered by a dark cloth of impending danger and death, it is our fathers, the warriors who we call upon to save all souls or all souls will be thrashed, yet he is less celebrated.

On this day, our hearts feels restless in a pool of immense satisfaction,

To convey the sincere words of your magnanimity

Surviving yet another vicissitude despite the imperious perils

Gives us the chance to glorify God.

 Feminism aside, let us all begin a new

Celebrating the less celebrated day in the history of man

Recognizing the less recognized true fathers of the land

Appreciating the non-runaways breadwinners.

He may not have breasts

He may not get pregnant

But in the absence of the actual beautiful pairs of attractive male containers, 

He performs duties equivalent to such demanding roles

Our fathers moved from ZEROS to HEROS

Please let us make them SUPER-HEROS

Wish a father today

Spread some love today.

HAPPY FATHERS DAY

Hearts of Praise

- Ink of De-Governor ✍🏾

Melodies of Our Vocies