#FathersDay is not as huge all over the world as #MothersDay not because the latter is more important than the former, but because Men are not as emotional as women (at least when I was growing up).
Women have to be appreciated, I for one feel neglected whenever the people I love forget that I exist for a while. Like not texting or calling me or maybe a random “Let me bring you groceries and a bottle of wine” moment, yes groceries are quite vital especially if its almost the end of the month.
Growing up as a child whether in Mbale or Kampala, there’s never a moment where my parents were not present, if they were not available to be in the village, they would show up as soon as they could.
Dad had two jobs; a day job and a night job, but even with all that he would still take us for walks or some random “photo shoot” at some place mostly vividly the “Sharing Hall Nsambya,” We would go there take pictures with the statues, Elijah was the last born then and was always scared of the statues.
He didn’t have much, but he was always making sure we got what we needed, we always found a time to go to Didi’s World or Ggaba beach on a weekend as a family. There were days when times were too rough but he always tried his best to make sure we didn’t notice
Being short and tiny, he was very tall to me like a giant and he made my world seem like a fairytale. I had a very wonderful childhood need to say and growing up was even better, he has always made sure that his children go to the best of schools and even better taught us to put God before anything else. Dad has one of those hearts, he doesn’t really know how to say no because God gave him the heart of a giver and when you give wholly, God blesses you ten
You have always given us all that we want and for the rest of my life, I want to make sure you never lack a thing.
To the best Father in the World Mr. Apollo Masaba, I love you always.