Greetings dearly friends on Steemit, trust you all are having quality time wherever you are .

It's me your fellow Steemit lover @barnabie, here again with a blog post which I convinced myself with all means to share with you all which is all about my biological father's words to me while growing up.

^{A simple old Photo of me}

Did I just said growing up (sounds as if I've stopped growing up or I'm now matured, well all I know is that, I'm still a child but an automated child)😁

Preamble

Everyone has a father, everyone was given birth with a connection of a man with a woman called Father. I agree we're in an advanced, technical word where science is making wonders but not when it comes to creating a human being so I don't think I'll be on the off balance if I say everyone has a father .
But the Question is, is your Father the Best dad in when whole wide world to you? for me, he is and here's how.

Actually I love publishing contents from my very own experiences and this like is one.

I was born and raised up in a provincial territory, yes... I wasn't born with a silver spoon, neither was I given birth, crowed and walked on a rug carpet.
Growing up in an economical environment is the experience I can't forget.
During childhood as nature has it, children tends to misbehave, willing to be pampered everytime and my case wasn't different either 🙄😁.

I really wished to be pampered but nope, it seemed I came from a wrong family because for my mom, she'll be like .. to hell with you😒☹️🤨 ( that woman, that woman 😤😁).

She doesn't spare the rod to spoil a child, she doesn't, never, not even once . I always felt as though I wasn't loved of course he treats a child likewise, however I choose to do the right thing around her and when she's around when I realized that she can never pamper me after all, ain't the only child, not the first that I will be treated at least with some kind of respect neither the last to be pampered. She indeed, is a very strict woman, she made me what am i today, who knows I would have been expecting @steemitblog to beg me before I post here 😁🤣😂..and may God continue bless her for me, Amen.

^{Next step of life pix of me}

About my father, is there any perfect word I should describe his simplicity & humility at all? A type of person that does not hurt a mosquito or an ant when it bites him .

My Daddy; he's an introvert, he doesn't talk much, not even with his kids , you can't expect to hear him advising a child for hours and end up saying he don't want to talk much as other African parents does 🤣.

As a child, I always think maybe he doesn't have power to fight that's why he doesn't talk😂😁. I always misbehave to my satisfaction not untill one day while playing in the mud with my cousins when a fight suddenly broke up.

You know I was very good in throwing stones, I use to bring down a riped mango on the tree and so I decided to use that approach 😟.

The result wasn't nice tho 🙄, the stone hit her on her forehead just after her eye , though she was wounded and the tragic news was reported to my dad and he calmly called me for a urgent but brief discussion 😁.

Fellow Steemit bloggers, the meeting which I expected not to last turned into a different thing. I was confused at the change of mood and sudden appearance of wrinkles on his face when he asked me "How many times have I told you to stop fighting 😧? ... nain I started shivering, he then ordered one my sister to fetch for him whipping cane.

there's this particular tree that the girl brought the cane from which I don't know it's name , that tree ... maybe God should consider cursing it 🤪.

I don't need to convince y'all how much I was disciplined tho, but from thence hence I surrendered and registered my life with Good Children Association our response was that, I will forever obey, and I stopped taking his simplicity to stupidity.

Time is Precious

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The above lengthy intro is just about the type of parents I have which I believe by first explaining before writing down what my dad use to tell me will be more clearer .

I believe you've read and understand that my dad was a type of person that could barely advice a child and if you think so, I say you're very right .

As a child, it was very nice to me that he wasn't a worrisome type; you know advice to children always seems disturbing to them and my case wasn't different.
I never liked going to the farm (up and coming celebrity 😎😁) I prefery staying and gisting with those at home and this man use to say to me :

"Believe, you can go and work in the farm for your better tomorrow, and by the time you got tired and return home, you will still find them there😢".

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maybe I needed more explanation on this even though nothing confusion but because I use to despise his words .

To God so kind, ain't with him now I'm alone and hustling for my better tomorrow and this is the time his only but constant words are ringing into my ears .

Time is Precious, time is also money as people says (Though I don't believe this one, because I have time in my phone now, yet I can't use it to buy something😅) I've so much believe in all these sayings.

Who knows the type of person I would have been by now if only I realized since and Started utilizing my time well.

I wish you all should learn one thing or the other from this my short story.
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God bless us all ✔️