(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......"
