By Toju Egbebi
My parents, my dad especially, wanted me to become a doctor but I was not really cut out for that profession.
Being an understanding man, my father never forced me; he simply shifted his focus elsewhere. In the long run, their expectation was: ‘I remember the upbringing I was given and not make a mockery of it in my quest for self-discovery and desire to find my own way in life.’
My mother had the largest heart and the firmest whip when we were growing up. She is a hardworking woman and a loving disciplinarian (probably these two attributes help her in running her school), who taught me that the world is much more than one person and I should look to others for help or to be of help.
My father is a definite provider, fun and very witty. He is very hardworking; a man of sure integrity. The lessons I have learnt from my parents is that the best way to enjoy life is to give and not be ashamed to receive help and love. They also taught me that hard work does not kill, and protecting your name and that of your family preserves it for future use by latter generations.
I grew up with siblings who are fun, witty, supportive and very loving people. I have five of them and I can proudly say that we are maintain close relationship. My siblings are independent, smart people.
The first time I went home with a boyfriend was in 2008 when my husband proposed to me. You see, I don't come from a family that recognises boyfriends.
If he is not a fiancé, my parents don’t care what his name is as long as he is not coming to their house too often.
My parents are very cool people. If you ask my husband, he may say he thought they didn't like him. They welcomed their prospective son-in-law politely and they were cordial and warm. There was nothing more.
However, later my mother was ecstatic secretly, as for my father, I don’t know as I never got any reaction from of him. I hope he doesn’t read this. However, he dropped a small tear on my traditional wedding day. Whenever I remember this, it makes me smile.
In all, I was too wrapped up in my own world to notice how they must have felt, but I assume they were happy. My husband and I do not really consider our faith and relationship with God as religion or being religious. We are committed members of a bible-believing church within the community we reside. Although we skip a service now and then, we hope to infuse in our kids a devotion to their maker and desire to live up to a calling and standard that exceed the life they live on this earth.
Family is a bunch of people thrown together by fate and love, who decide to love each other unconditionally. I get away with things I can’t try with outsiders with my family members, and love them for it. I believe family should be a place of refuge and where you really can be yourself. My core family value is let God lead and reign, then love and peace will always follow.
***What's your own story? Lets hear it...
My parents, my dad especially, wanted me to become a doctor but I was not really cut out for that profession.
Being an understanding man, my father never forced me; he simply shifted his focus elsewhere. In the long run, their expectation was: ‘I remember the upbringing I was given and not make a mockery of it in my quest for self-discovery and desire to find my own way in life.’
My mother had the largest heart and the firmest whip when we were growing up. She is a hardworking woman and a loving disciplinarian (probably these two attributes help her in running her school), who taught me that the world is much more than one person and I should look to others for help or to be of help.
My father is a definite provider, fun and very witty. He is very hardworking; a man of sure integrity. The lessons I have learnt from my parents is that the best way to enjoy life is to give and not be ashamed to receive help and love. They also taught me that hard work does not kill, and protecting your name and that of your family preserves it for future use by latter generations.
I grew up with siblings who are fun, witty, supportive and very loving people. I have five of them and I can proudly say that we are maintain close relationship. My siblings are independent, smart people.
The first time I went home with a boyfriend was in 2008 when my husband proposed to me. You see, I don't come from a family that recognises boyfriends.
If he is not a fiancé, my parents don’t care what his name is as long as he is not coming to their house too often.
My parents are very cool people. If you ask my husband, he may say he thought they didn't like him. They welcomed their prospective son-in-law politely and they were cordial and warm. There was nothing more.
However, later my mother was ecstatic secretly, as for my father, I don’t know as I never got any reaction from of him. I hope he doesn’t read this. However, he dropped a small tear on my traditional wedding day. Whenever I remember this, it makes me smile.
In all, I was too wrapped up in my own world to notice how they must have felt, but I assume they were happy. My husband and I do not really consider our faith and relationship with God as religion or being religious. We are committed members of a bible-believing church within the community we reside. Although we skip a service now and then, we hope to infuse in our kids a devotion to their maker and desire to live up to a calling and standard that exceed the life they live on this earth.
Family is a bunch of people thrown together by fate and love, who decide to love each other unconditionally. I get away with things I can’t try with outsiders with my family members, and love them for it. I believe family should be a place of refuge and where you really can be yourself. My core family value is let God lead and reign, then love and peace will always follow.
***What's your own story? Lets hear it...
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