‘FATHER FORGETS’: A classic poem you should read

Father Forgets By W. Livingston Larned (As condensed in the ‘Readers Digest’)   Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the …

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WHAT DADDY TAUGHT ME.

Neither my father nor I play golf. But although my biological father never taught me to play golf (since you can’t teach what you don’t know), he taught me many things. He taught me some things intentionally and consciously; like when he taught me to ride my bike. But, he also taught me somethings unconsciously; like how he taught me …

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I still call him Daddy!

    “Ifeoma” ‘Sir?’ “I’ve told you time without number that you spend too much time alone in that your room. Don’t you have any friends to visit?” ‘No sir’ “Well, I’m tired of seeing you just sitting around in this house, so just go and sit on the front porch for some time.” ‘Ah ah…, daddy (grumbling) you can’t …

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WHAT WE OUGHT TO BE DOING INSTEAD

About a week ago, Nigeria marked her 53rd anniversary as an Independent nation and as a way of reminding I and others of our connection to our nation, I sent a ‘Happy birthday’ text message to a few friends and family. Though most of them replied back with a simple ‘Thanks and same to you’, my rather innocent salutation sparked …

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Happy birthday mum!

Several years ago, someone asked me a sincere question that seemed very, very unusual at the time- Why do you believe in God when you haven’t seen Him and cannot prove that He truly exists? Prior to that moment, I had never consciously examined why it was that I was convinced that God existed but considering the sincerity with which …

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