“Hey daddy,
can you talk now?”
She knew
better. When daddy got into the study for those three hours each day, it wasn’t
time to ‘disturb’ him. On this day though, like Queen Esther, she hoped I would
raise the golden sceptre and make an exception. You know how Daddys are with
their daughters. I reluctantly shutdown the laptop I had been working on,
turned to her and beckoned that she come in while giving her the look that said
*can you see how I am eying you*
I had
noticed the long face she wore earlier, as I walked into the living room. At
conception she had rejected my long face. Having taken on her mother’s more rounded
and subtle features, spotting a long face was easy. Thankfully too, we had
grown to know each other well enough that she would readily open up. I was not
deceived when she gave off the impulsive “i’m fine” answer to my inquiry as to
why she looked unhappy. She would come around soon enough, and well, here she
was.
As Charissa
walked into the study, I couldn’t help but notice her 15year old figure; now
able to remind me of her mother, my little girl was fast becoming a woman. The
little girl in her was still alive though and she wanted to sit on my thighs,
what are Daddys for after all. After sobbing uncontrollably for a few minutes,
she was ready to speak and I had to transfer my big boned teenager to the couch,
while subtly reminding her that it wasn’t wise to sit on any man’s thighs.
I know I shouldn’t have but i couldn’t help but
roll my eyes back into my head as I asked her what all the initial forming was
for when you was just going to crumple like a pack of cards eventually smh. You
know all this happened inside my head while I maintained my genuine worried and
concerned look. Am i not afraid hehe
“Do you
remember when I told you last week that Fred was not talking to me?” She said
“Yes, yes I
do. You said you didn’t know why”
“Well, now
I know why he isn’t talking to me”
Brief pause
please...who is this Fred guy, you asked? Or did you? Anyway...
Fred was
her best friend; they had grown up together. Fred’s family lived next door until
3 years ago when Fred’s mother was posted out of the state. Fred now lived with
his aunty on the other side of town. Fred and Charissa had done everything
together from being born exactly a week apart to attending the same school and
sharing the same friends. For us parents, it was great being able to share the
task of school runs among the four of us. Everyone thought they were twins,
except Charissa’s jealous twin sister lol. So you see, it wasn’t to be taken
lightly when Fred and Charissa weren’t talking.
It had happened
from time to time but they always made amends by the end of the day, neither
could live without the other. To be honest, we were already dreaming about the
wedding and grand-children and the bond to be forged between both families. Yes
yes, judge me all you want, you would think the same.
I was
stunned though, why would she be so torn apart having now found out the cause
of the rift between them.
“What is it
honey, why is he unhappy with you?”
And then
the avalanche started. If all the words she said subsequently were to be
written down, there might not be enough space for them all so, allow me
summarise please.
Last week,
Fred told her she was beautiful. She had responded with a thank you. That
didn’t go down well with the young man. Good fellow as he is, he gave it
another shot the next day by telling her she looked beautiful in her dress. My
darling daughter had responded with “thank you, I know”.
I could
still hear the cheeky, friendly tone in her voice despite the tears
Fred had
been offended because she didn’t respond to his complement as he would have
wanted. Now he felt she was a snub who didn’t think highly of him. As far as he
was concerned, she would have turned various shades of pink and purple if one
of the boys from the senior classes had said the same words to her.
Guess who
was to blame for all this mayhem?
Yup, you
guessed right, Me!!! Well, she didn’t think so but I knew it.
You see, I
am fond of telling Charissa and her twin sister how beautiful their mother is
and how much they look like her. I would always refer to them as gorgeous
princesses. If we were ever late for a church service, it would be because Daddy’s
compliment about their outfit had brought on a photo-shoot with yours truly
behind the lens.
These
actions were not incidental. I had pre-planned to ensure my girls heard it all
from me first, before any other man. I wanted them to feel loved, appreciated,
cherished and to know their worth before anyone else got a chance to tell them.
I wanted them to get used to being appreciated without having to give anything
in return. One side-effect was that they had heard about how beautiful and
intelligent and great they were so many times that, hearing it from Fred didn’t
seem like such a big deal.
I couldn’t
blame Fred for expecting a more endearing reaction. Aren’t many girls swept off
their feet by a guy who looks at them in the eyes and tells them they are
beautiful? While I believe such gestures are wonderful and are important in any
relationship, I had always been concerned about the girl who suddenly looses
all control of her emotions when a compliment was thrown in her direction.
True story,
I was to attend an official event with a classmate once and I had the honour of
picking her up from home. As she walked to the door to meet me, I smiled and
said ‘you look beautiful’, she did look beautiful. Immediately, she turned
orange, hugged me tighter than she ever had and whispered into me “no one has
ever told me that. I love you”. I was uncomfortable the rest of the evening,
secondarily because the L-word is a very strong one where I come from but
primarily because she was all over me the rest of the evening. She grabbed my
hands affectionately and wouldn’t stop introducing me as her boyfriend while
smouldering me with kisses on the cheek and forehead. I’m not sure why I was
unable to stop her right away; extreme politeness or the shock-like state I
fell into.
Things went from bad to worse when she ‘caught me’ talking to
another classmate who she thought fancied me. Just like that i had broken her
heart, as I realised the next day.
The next
week was spent enduring awkward moments in class and answering questions from
her friends about why I had broken her heart. My phone was full of hate
messages from her. It was torture and why you wonder, because she had never
heard those words from anyone, probably not even from herself.
Sadly a good lot of our young ladies turn out
this way; ready to do anything for the one man who apparently appreciates them
for who they are. After spending many years wondering why they were treated
differently, less than their apparently ‘finer’ peers, one day Femi strolls by,
notices her, smiles and says hi. Suddenly she is head over heels in love with
him desperately clinging to him and ready to do anything to keep him by her
side.
Just before
you point a finger at the girl and ask her to have some self-worth. Oh father
of the daughter, please remember, the world is our mirror and as such, she is
going to see herself in the way and manner you have addressed and treated her.
I’m not yet
a father he says, but you are a man and a brother to some and a ‘friend’ to
many. Please treat her as you would want her boyfriend or husband to treat her.
Let her get used to being treated nicely. Let her know she is important and
appreciated. Open a door for her, every now and then hehe. Trust me, she will
not look twice at that lousy fellow out there, the one you can’t understand why
she is dating. She has seen better men.
To the
dudes out there with the sweet tongue, I’m not hating mehn. I just want you to
get a girl who believes you when you say those sweet words and doesn’t think
you’re merely trying to get into her pants. If the last man who called her
beautiful was her father or brother and he only meant it to appreciate her, she
is more likely to believe you. Abi how you see am?