By Dzaan Memvaan Melody
When I talk about my Dad, I am so proud of how an orphan pushed to make a respected name in a society. From a very poor background without influence nor background to education, he jumped to a theological school for evangelical training.
He couldn’t understand English language well so he depended on his classmates to guide him after lectures and that was how he pulled through to finish and went further to acquire an HND in theology. This picture was his graduation and one of his last before his death in 1992.
My respect for this man was how he believed so much in education and how he sponsored his wife, extended family to school all from agricultural exploring. We had 2 Fulani guys (Ibrahim and Musa) in our house and I don’t even know how he brought them to school before they ran off.
How he understood to buy shares with Benue Cement in those days is a thing of wonder to me.
Today I want to celebrate where I am today because my Dad sacrificed for me to be here. You can see where my beauty came from and whatever I do is from him.
