(By Adesegun Damazio) - I remember
the day my Father mysteriously asked me, "why don't you become a Reverend
Father?"
He was
driving at about the time he popped the question and I must confess, I became
constipated afterwards. The silence that followed the question was at the very
least deafening. This was a man whom only few minutes earlier, had advised me
to be careful with the kind of girls I associated with but there he was
speaking another language entirely.
I was 15
or thereabout but my whole life began to flash before my eyes. I started thinking
about the children I never had. Then came the thoughts of an imaginary wife,
though I was still as single as a needle. I looked at my Father again as though
I meant to say "how could you do this to me?" He knew he'd punctured
a vein but he pushed further.
"I've
been thinking about it.......maybe next weekend.......so that we'll go and make
enquiries about seminaries and......"
The
constipation grew worse. My legs dangled and I could feel my intestines
wrangle. Discussing with my mum was totally out of the question, unless of
course Nigeria was ready to contain the civil war that would ensue when a
beautiful middle-aged Yรณrรนbร woman decided she was going to scatter everywhere.
"Daddy.......I
don't think the seminary is for me. I'm not qualified......"
"You
don't have to be qualified.......they will train all of you...."
I was
losing the battle and it was clear. At that point, all I could think of was
forcefully dispossessing him of the car steering and plunging us into a big
ditch or something like that. But then, that would have been ghastly. I was
still young. I still wanted to enjoy life. So I devised another means, the one
I knew too well would yield results.
"Okay
sir....let me tell my mum about it first......"
"Don't
worry, no need to tell her anything.....maybe we'll talk about it some other
time"
It's been
more than a decade and my Father still hasn't said anything. I'm a Catholic, I
know the Order of Priesthood is quite challenging and sacrosanct but I sabi
myself. My spirit no strong reach that side.
My Father
wanted to give me hypertension that day but he failed. ๐๐
Emi
omolomo! Emi ajigijaga! ๐
But the constipation has stopped now or? Lol. It is good you are aware "your spirit no strong reach that side." I like your courage and the fact that you didn't give in to your Father's desire. Wish you all the best in life.
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