DADDY AND I
By Valentine Uchechukwu Ndukwu
“Valentine, can we talk?” I was startled, motionless and truly went through what Michael Jackson; the greatest pop singer felt when he sang his abiding classic “SPEECHLESS”…
Now, Daddy does not usually call me out like this but when he does, trust me, it’s for some serious conversations that ultimately leave me on the receiving end…
Daddy had noticed how forlorn and traumatized I’ve become in a matter of days. After the devotion this morning, Daddy walked into my room while I was struggling with what shirt to wear. He stepped right in, held me by my shoulders and encouraged me to open up to him…
Like a priest surrendering to a deity, I genuinely told him what I’ve been going through lately, a few attendant problems and how I’ve been misunderstood…
Daddy quickly assumed a different posture and became a surgeon in a theatre. He sat me down and repositioned my heart…
He told me that PROBLEMS ARE A SIGN OF LIFE. He said those who do not have problems have some comforting apartment at every burial ground. He said even Jesus told His disciples that in this world they would have problems…
Daddy pushed some buttons on my mental screen when he said that it is true that we may not solve all our problems, but we certainly can handle them…
Finally, he asked me if I’m still in faith, I nodded like a fugitive seeking asylum in a refugee camp. Then he said this to me, THE CHRISTIAN ON HIS KNEES SEES MORE THAN THE WORLD ON ITS TIPTOES…
