I’m always rebranding myself, because I can, and also because I’m a writer so I do this thing where I assume I’m a character in a story then I have to use my adamic license on myself. In high school, I gave myself seven pairs of names, one for each day. You’ll be surprised at how many pieces the name Elizabeth can be broken into. Not to mention other versions of it; for instance in Spanish, it becomes Isabel. 😎
When I finally “grew up” I decided to be Lisa Romans. Lisa because it’s a cool version of Elizabeth and Romans because it’s my father’s name. Now we all carry it around; Maria Romans, Patience and Alex. We are our father’s children.
I was told I was born on a rainy night, a rainy Tuesday night. That’s how I got the name Awori which has something to do with the night. In all honestly, I’d have preferred Akoth (rain-related), but I had no say. Maybe I’d have been a little more like dad, he’s Okoth.
My father is a very simple man. He doesn’t try to live large, he just wants to live right. He’d rather pay his utility bills than buy a car and stay in a “dark dessert” a.k.a no power and water. He’s from a humble background, (so am I) and I love how he’s never forgotten his roots. He tells us stories of his growing up. He’s an amazing storyteller. The guy will be giving a lecture on everyone’s recent uncool behavior and then suddenly, he’s telling a story. I used one of his stories to conclude my creative writing project at campus and did pretty well. It’s one where he survived death, he was supposed to be killed using a spear, it’s a story of trust and so many other things but he made it funny.
He says he’s cursed, cursed to be second best in every class he takes. I wish I were under the same curse. I was, for awhile; in primary school to be specific. I was the smartest girl in my class, then I went to high school and threw my curse away. I sort of got it back at the university. Point is; my father is a smart man, and mum says she was smarter than him
so you can imagine how smart their kids are. 😂😂😂
I’m sorry I forgot to say this earlier; my father is a human being so he’s not perfect but he’s definitely the best father there is(in my book of course.)
He’s never caned me (I can’t say the same for mum though.) He believes in conversation, he’ll just sit you down so you can talk, talk about your bad grades, your poor time management, or how you abused a prefect. That was the worst! I’d supposedly used the “f” word on a prefect and some idle teacher had told my dad. (Ya, I was naughty growing up.) I didn’t know how to start to apologize, but I was sorry to have ashamed him. I am still sorry.
Dad loves the environment, he’s always making us plant trees. He’ll help you plant and leave the rest to you. It’s annoying sometimes, like on days when there’s good TV but it’s your turn to water the young trees. (what are they called? Treelings? Treelets?)
I can’t wait to have kids so I can start up stuff and let them finish 😂
I learnt the word precedent from dad. He was telling us to work hard so we don’t deviate from all he has done for the family. The man honestly works hard, I’d love to be like him someday. Recently he was advising me to save. He gives the best advice, always. Growing up he’d say read hard. Now he says work hard and save. Also ‘as a teacher, never go to class unprepared.’
He’s always tried to make our lives easier. I’ll never understand how he did it but he’s done an amazing job; we have never been sent home for fees, have never slept hungry and when you call to say you’re broke, he comes through. He’s not the richest guy but he’s always provided for his family (cues in Cassper Nyovest’s Superman) I didn’t hustle with the long queues to get admitted to Makerere University, somehow the forms reached home (in Tororo) and we filled them together. He took me to consult with a lecturer and when I got admitted to do Education instead of Mass Communication like I wanted, he didn’t say; “Who told you to play at school? If you wanted it so bad you should have worked harder” Instead, he said; “You can do it after your Education degree. Besides, as a teacher of English and Literature, you can make journalists and anchors.”😅
We watch news as a family and laugh at his comments. We’ll be watching N-something news and he’ll say “That journalist is very unserious,” meaning you don’t move on to the next question just because the politician has “successfully” dodged the current one. Then he’ll look at me and go; “Is that the kind of journalist you want to be? You have to be fearless, the country is relying on you to find them answers so you have to find them real answers.” He doesn’t like mediocrity, he says you’d rather not do it than do it badly.
The one thing I’ve successfully learnt from my father is choosing which battles to fight. He’s generally a calm guy. And although I may not be as calm, I don’t fight every time I’m provoked. I fight when it’s necessary, because PEACE is better than “winning.” Besides, what’s the point in fighting if we’ll both end up with scars?
I once tried to use dad as a shield. I realized I had a crush on some guy at church. So I would go with dad, and leave with him immediately, to resist the temptation to walk up to the guy and say hi. On the third Sunday, I saw him talk to the guy’s dad. And the Sunday after, then the one after… So turns out they’re tight. In my head, if the crush ever says we should be more than friends, I’ma be like; “Yo! We can’t do this. What if we break up? What if it ruins their friendship? That would be selfish of us, no?”😂😂😂 In real life the guy still blue ticks me. I should probably tell dad so we can stop talking to them as a family; combined effort, right? (Pretty petty, right?)
But my father didn’t raise me to be petty. He raised me to be mature and nice, to work hard, to care for people and all God has blessed us with, to be responsible, to believe in miracles, to never despise anyone or anything, to forgive, to learn from my (many) mistakes, to be appreciative, to make time for laughter (I picked my sense of humor from him), to be simple, to express myself (every time I go home, I find a new notebook waiting for me), never to trust Internet (which is why I’m not posting his picture here),to constantly try to be better, to plan for the future and most importantly to pray, because Jehovah God is the God of everything.
I’m proud of the man my father is. I’m proud of the father he is. Not perfect, but the best. Happy Fathers’ Day to fathers, you’re incredible!