For finding aggravation in the arms of a stranger
Can you really blame me for being fascinated by someone?
Who shows interest in my existence?
A man who spares time to make a call
Say good morning, send me good night kisses
Which you never did
Embrace me with the tightest hug when am down
Buy me a piece of candy to make me smile
All these give me total satisfaction
Because he loves me the way you never did.
Should I be blamed?
For choosing a man my father’s age
A man whose consistence and persistence to make me smile
Breaks my resistance
A man in whose eyes I see a ray of light
Each time he looks at me
The light you never ever brought to my life
That that you never fought to give me
Because your interest in my existence was non-existent.
So where are you today?
Where are these men, the fathers?
Those that bring us on earth
And leave us to toil in the mad
The men that have escaped their responsibility
Those afraid to fight for their children
Those that dwell in the presence of shisha instead of the spirit
They have sought solace on the bottle instead of the Bible
And while the churches are full of women,
The prisons are full of men.
Should I be blamed?
If am asking you to be a father not just a man to my children
To be the father who will purpose to instill character and discipline
The father who will live not just for a day rather for a generation
The father who will run the race till the end
The father who will be the beginning of something new
Something called fathership and sonship
Where the hearts of the fathers are unto the children
And those of the children unto their fathers.