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"Mo dupe (I give thanks) for you visiting my blog. I write to alleviate pain, record lessons for my children and put down on paper what I may otherwise act out. I hope you are enlightened, educated and entertained. Please keep in mind that this is my blog, my thoughts, my actions, my concerns and my life. Opinions are welcomed but not necessary. Please be advised that some of my language my be unsuitable for your children, it is very suitable for mine. These writings are dedicated to my ancestors, my children, my family & my community. Ase'."-Kefentse Akim Bandele © 2010


Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Excerpt 4 from "The Book of Bandele: Life of a Project Prophet".

Chapter: July 4
Verse: 2:14 p.m.

  While at times I may have major differences with my father I can say this for sure, he showed up when I performed in any competition.  Some of my friends even called my father "He-Man" instead of Mr. Glenn.  Many didn't have fathers or father figures in their lives.  My father attended many of my sporting events, sometimes without me even noticing.  There were times when my friends and I would sit in our locker room and ask each other if our fathers would show up.  We depended on that energy and support for our performance.  Some of us would be disappointed by the time we'd reach the field, diamond or court.  The disappointment wasn't based on anything about our mother's what-so-ever.  We knew she'd be there.  If she wasn't there we knew the reason for it and accepted it as it was.  Fathers, we MUST be there.  Particularly for our sons sporting events and performances, ultimately for our children altogether.

  Sometimes daddy wouldn't arrive until later which made my assumptions run wild.  Did he care?  What the hell could he be doin' instead of being here?  My attention would be distracted from focusing on the crowd.  Then, all of a sudden, out of the cheers and boo's of a play that I participated in I would hear "Get'em Woonie!!"  or "Good play son!" (tears).  I knew that voice, for I had heard it many times from mama's womb.  It was Haywood, showin' & provin'.  He gave me advice that...

To be continued.

2 comments:

Queen Mother Darlene - Awo Falola said...

Great chapter, Oba,
When I think about Dad, Father, Baba, Tata, I recognize how my Dad served a big role in my own life. I am honored to go back with you to the memories that you shared with your dad! Ase O for the courage to explore the role of a dad and get us thinking about how much their support meant and continues mean especially for us that have egun or iba e fathers. Mo dupe. Keep it coming.
Love you Iya Awofalola

Unknown said...

Aboru Aboye Abosise'
E se' pupo Iya mi. Trust that you Ofo Ase' has inspired my rebirth in writing as well. Of course I am writing to solidify my legacy with my children and their children as a guide for growth as well as to allow people to see themselves in my life. I give thanks for your influence on me.

I love you as well!
Ire wa o