It is safe to say there is no more need for introductions, but it never hurts to say, “Hello, once again.”
This piece is dedicated to everyone who has texted me all through the year for a newsletter. You can quit trying to take my life now.
I put a lot of myself in these newsletters. And the only reason I can do that is because I just assume no one is reading them. That way I become less self-conscious and write whatever I want to write. If you are reading this, thank you.
For most of the last three months, my dad has been inserting wanting a new car in random conversations. Sir, the only car I can afford right now is the “2023 CAR-tastrophe.”
My dad wanting a car brings me back to my childhood. And a major character of my childhood is my dad’s old car - a Red Lancer Mitsubishi. On one hand, I cannot recall the number of trips I took in that car. On the other hand, that car was as reliable as the coming of next morning. But like every good or bad lover, there are always some stand-out memories.
My dad has saved my life many times. Growing up, I was a troublesome kid. I was always seeking danger even when my parents tried my best to shield me from it.
There was a period when I was constantly falling sick in boarding school. My dad had to take evening trips from Lagos to Ogun state, constantly checking on me to see if I was still breathing on our way back to Lagos.
Later that night, at the hospital, I slept in a way I can barely explain, and the needle connected to my vein was dislodged from my hand - at that moment, my hand became a waterfall of blood. It was my dad who was half asleep that called for the nurse on call that night. Even the nurse made a joke about the pool of blood on the bed and the floor - saying that amount of blood would have fetched me good money.
If I was there alone, I would have been called to glory.
There are a lot of things to thank my dad for, but at the same time, there are a lot of things I do not remember to thank him for. Once again, I am not who you would consider wealthy, but it’s safe to say I have lived a privileged life so far. Aside from the dangers that I masterminded, my dad did his best to shield me from the rest.
The presence of a present father is enough to make you do a double take on stupid decisions you take, and the one you would have taken. The funny thing about my dad is that he lets you make whatever decisions you want. I am sure if I told him I wanted to be a male prostitute tomorrow - he would support me.
My dad would get his new car, just not today.
Anyway, a friend said I am a great conversationalist and sees consulting in my immediate future. Another friend said I should consider being a therapist because I always say the right things nine out of ten times.
Lastly, I love you and I miss us. And if you are grieving the loss of a lover, a friend, or a family member, grieve to your heart’s content. If you need me, text me. I will be here to pick up your pieces.
Bye! See you when next I see you.
Song of the week - Be My Baby by The Ronettes
Nezo.
Nigerian by birth,
Indian by hemp,
Canadian by loud.
Signed - Nezo, St Patron of women with vowels in their names, especially the ones with 0-2 boyfriends.
Thank you. This is soothing in some type of way. I'm happy to hear you speak of your dad in this manner.
I wish he was present,but being absent helps sometimes lol 😂