I MISS HIM.
It was my first time attending a Toastmaster's meeting during my National Youth Service Corp (NYSC) year. I had always wanted to be a Toastmaster but been unable to, and on this very day, I attended a meeting, while enjoying every bit of that meeting a tray was passed randomly and somehow got to me, I was asked to pick a piece of paper that had something written on it, and I would have to make an impromptu speech on whatever topic I had chosen from that small tray.
I was not allowed to open the paper until I was on the stage, and when I finally did, I was to talk about "the worst day of my life". I took a deep breath because, the worst day of my life happened not more than a year ago from that day, and it does not require any thought, it was fresh; It was the day my father died. That day is still fresh even after nine years, it was a Wednesday, and I was in my final year in school. He had been sick and we hoped he would recover. He had plans for after his recovery which he had shared with me, and I wished he recovered to fulfil those plans, but he never did.
He was one of the most selfless man I have ever seen, he never joked with the education, and wellbeing of his children. He was never ashamed to do anything for his family no matter how dirty, as long as it is legal, and would feed or give his family the comfort we need. He never had any higher education, but he was always ready to learn; he never took anyone for granted, and was always ready to sacrifice his own convenience and comfort for that of others.
He always encouraged me to read wide, he will always say, "read wide, read everything: match pack, bill boards, book covers, everything" and that has helped me alot. He taught me so many things, many of which have greatly helped me thus far in life, but there was still so much he should have taught me, and so much I wished I had done for him, but death never allowed. Today is not an anniversary of any sort, and I do not mean to receive pity by writing this. Twelfth of February, his birthday anniversary; and forth of February his death anniversary. I just miss him today like never before. Keep resting Dad.
Kamikun John, Author 366 days of wisdom.