Daddy, My Daddy...
Photo Credit: AP Photo My Dad (Daddy-mi) -- the one phrase of ownership as opposed to being owned. Simply mentioned. Sometimes in a trivial way. But not in any less profound. I still would like to live in that space where I believe you're not gone. That you're still here. That I could still call you up. Especially on this day - Father's day - to have our regular Father's day conversation. That I could still call your number when I get not a response from calling Mom's. It's been some days now. Although I feel much better these days, some days I still get those waves of emotions come over me like 'Harmattan' evening dew. Like a cold flush coursing through my veins. I still stare at your phone number when I scroll past, with an almost irresistible urge to dial. I don't know how long the emotional roller-coaster will persist. I am persuaded however, that it would keep getting better. Knowing you were a great man and assured of your being