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Miracle Adebayo<br />
Birthright<br />
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“It is as it has always been. He is the excellency <strong>of</strong> honor, the excellency <strong>of</strong> strength.<br />
The first born son is no mere issue.”<br />
***<br />
Loss has a way <strong>of</strong> eliciting flashbacks. Of memories we’d rather be rid <strong>of</strong>.<br />
Daddy’s death did that to me. I always thought he would be around until he was<br />
old and senile, weary <strong>of</strong> this side <strong>of</strong> eternity. His death, much like his life, had been tedious.<br />
A heart attack. Mommy called me, distraught and inarticulate. I would not travel to Abuja<br />
that day, although I knew she needed me. I just wasn’t ready to admit what massive blow<br />
Daddy’s demise had dealt me.<br />
In life, you might find yourself in the sore plight <strong>of</strong> that one parent you could never please.<br />
The one you strived to impress all your life, but somehow never made good. Yes, there<br />
may be accomplishments you are mighty proud <strong>of</strong>, but all <strong>of</strong> which means nothing to that<br />
parent. For me, that parent was Daddy. It mattered little that I was his spitting image, having<br />
inherited his eyes, adroit limbs and sturdy frame. Oft times growing up when I caught him<br />
looking at me, his gaze was a third part longing, a third part disappointment. Those were<br />
the parts I knew.<br />
When I eventually cried, it was not because I missed him. I wept because I’d never<br />
impressed him, not with my academic degrees nor my relatively decent job.<br />
***<br />
I shall not bear the derision to my grave. You ought to know. And here is why.<br />
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