I wonder on days like today, how we have made you feel through the years. Did we make you smile? Did we keep you hopeful? Or where we full of stress, full of denials for a freedom you truly derserve. I see that with each passing day, we made your eyes stay wide open. Sure there were stressful days, never ending tears and calls for attention from all of us for your superhero ways. Your name Chizoba, means to save after all. So we looked up to you to save us from ourselves, save us from days when the skies hurt, and nights when the stars blinds. We called on you to save us when we didn’t know how, like when all the noises in our head, called us out by name, during moments that were suppose to linger. We are human after all and with you we have seen all the sides the jewelry of emotions display. We have known pain, but felt joy. We have cried, but also laughed. We have fallen, but yet stand because life with you demands we do both. Not just when things are bad but when they are good.

I would love to use today to dwell on the good. Not because it’s the day we celebrate men like you who birthed eyes that glisten like silvery stars, but because you birthed them with your hands. I know joy when I see it and it is you. From the moment you walk into any room, all our fears and worries for the day disappear. You are more than our savior, more than an knight with shinning armour, slaying dragons we would rather hide. You have slashed many of our fears away, slashed our worries for tomorrow too. With you there is no need to think of what tomorrow may bring, no need to wonder what the future holds, no need because the present is far more eloquent. All the joy felt even on a single day with you are like birds flying with magnificent grace. You are grace, and the way you accept all of our ways, is the profound harmony our soul sings today. You presence is all that interests us, all that guides us, protects us, remains with us long after others you are called to save rush to your hands.

There have been plenty days when all we hoped for a full uninterrupted day, to sit, to question, to share. There were some we knew mattered most for the people in need. Heads in need of blood flow, despite our need for life flows with you. We watched you sacrifice so much, your time, your life, us, to heal others whose last name you barely know until they arrive at your hands. Both the presence and absence of you, both the coming and going you do so often, every single thing about the joys and pains of healing, is felt with you. We use today, the awe and reverence of a day everyone joins to celebrate the primary importance of fathers, to let you know that you are our sun when it cries, our stars when it blinds, our skies for all it tends, and our air for all it whispers. A day with you is better than a thousand sunsets. A day with you is life, joy, laughter and tears running down our face unashamedly. You pull so many emotions from us all at once that even days like today are not enough to speak of your extraordinary ways. You will always be the ignition that lights up our lives, always be the air we breath, always be anything we dream, because you first gave us you.

For that we lift you up to the one who first made you, declaring that not a single thing above or below, will stand against you so long as you breathe. Not a single person, black or white, old or young, will come against you when the rivers of Niger and the crocodiles of Kaduna, all the rivers and lands your feet have sailed and will sail through belong to you. Your hands will always save, always know bravery, always heal. You will always be our seed, our soil, our water for all time. You will always be our beginning, primarily saving, before we knew we needed a savior. This is what you are to all of us, and you are like no other. Happy Father’s Day, Zobam.

Brene Brown in her book ‘Daring Greatly,’ defined love, not as something you give or get, but as something you nurture and grow. She noted that it’s a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them–we can only love others as much as we love ourselves. To be among fathers, to celebrate them today and always, is to be in love.

I think about fathers a lot on days like today. My own for example. I wonder what he would think about me. Did I live up to his hope and dreams? Did I master the thing called education as he would want? Do I still talk to much as he would have chided? He was truly a giant in my life and days like today reminds me of his unconditional love for my many warm, joyful and even annoying ways. He is truly missed. Side note, that I am obsessed with books is because he gladly gifted me money to buy them. Our favorite thing to do growing up was to buy novels for me to read.

I also think of all the men in my life that are Fathers starting with my heart’s delight, my soul’s content, my peace. Zobam is truly God’s gift on earth, not just to our family but to every person with stroke. Some of the procedures he performs makes me stand in awe of God. Of course it impinges a lot on many family activities, but because of him and his skills, others can still have their dads.

Gifted him this Blue Angels (in my dreams of course) given his love for airplanes

I think about the little girl for example, who got her dad back because of him and gave him life saver candies to thank him. I think about another Dad, just this weekend who after 5hours and 30 minutes of surgery on Friday, is fine and seeing his family today thanks to his skills. What they may not know was that we were on the way to the water park. We were also 10 minutes away when we had to turn around and rush him to the hospital because of that Dad. He sacrificed his time with his family so another Dad could be here today. I think about that a lot always, but today it hits home. He is our Father, not because he loves us, but because God loves him more. And through him, he can bring healing, not just to his family, but to many other families that he comes across.

Which is why silver and gold will never do for him. No amount of gifts will do. We try our best to surround him with airplanes as they make him happy, like our trip often to the Blue Angels replica at Forest Park. We also offered and surrounded him with prayers. Psalm 20 for example, a perfect prayer of victory over his life. That on a day like today and always, he would rise and stand firm as he brings healing to people. He is God’s chosen king and all his heart’s desires will be answered always. We are forever blessed to call him ours and for today and always, we celebrate him as our Father. Happy Father’s Day my Zobam.