Dear Daddy, This One’s for You
Dear Daddy, This One’s for You
Before I even understood what it meant to carry a family,
I watched you do it with strength only heaven could give.
You never announced your sacrifices. You simply lived them.
From long work days to quiet midnights, you built our lives with your own two hands
and a heart that never turned away from responsibility.
I remember the hospital bills when I got so sick...
how your account and Mommy’s combined still weren’t enough.
Yet somehow, the bills were paid.
You didn’t sleep, you didn’t break ,you found a way.
Because that’s who you are.
You’ve always made sure I was okay.
Not just me all of us.
My siblings, the people around you, even strangers.
You gave.
You protected.
You covered.
Even when it stretched you. Even when no one said thank you.
I think about the expensive schools you sent us to.
How you never once made us feel like it was a burden.
You believed we deserved the best and you gave it, whether or not it was convenient.
You gave us access. You gave us a future. You gave us room to dream big.
And those summer trips to the U.S.?
Before school even closed, my flight tickets were always ready.
Shopping money? Packed.
Everything I needed done and dusted.
Nobody fit run all these responsibilities except by God.
And Daddy, truly, you are God’s man.
The real Olorí Ẹbí. Baba Bukata.
The one who carries burdens and still makes everyone feel seen.
A man who doesn’t just provide you over-provide. With your time, your heart, your hands.
You're my jewel of inestimable value.
Never seen or met anyone as selfless as you.
A father in every sense of the word and then some.
And did I mention I got my media and writing gifts from you?
The way you speak. The way you carry people along. The way your words always land with wisdom.
I inherited that. And every time I write, every time someone feels something in my words that’s you in me.
From you, I learned quiet strength.
I learned what it means to show up, even when it's hard.
I learned that love isn’t always loud sometimes, it’s in the planning, the paying, the praying.
So today, I’m not just saying Happy Father’s Day.
I’m saying thank you.
Thank you for every early morning and long night.
For the school fees.
For the hospital bills.
For the shopping money and travel plans.
For being a shelter, a standard, and a source.
I love you deeply.
I see you clearly.
And I celebrate you boldly.
This one’s for you, Daddy. Always.❤️
So tell me what’s one thing your father (or a father figure) did that left a mark on you for life?
Was it a quiet sacrifice? A spoken word? A memory that still brings tears to your eyes?
Let’s celebrate the men who gave us more than just their names. Drop your story in the comments I’d love to read it.
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Happy Father’s Day to all the heroes in quiet uniforms.
You are seen. You are valued. You are loved.
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