This is how I knew your father..

I write this here for you. Or your sisters. Or your step sisters and brothers.

For I know that one day you shall feel incomplete. Needing to fill up the puzzle that your father was. For to move ahead well you need to know where you are from. And the few glimpses you got of your father and the not-so-much money he sent once in a while will not be enough to understand what kind of a man fathered you. 

Having had a father who I never really understood his actions for most of my childhood, i can sympathise a little with you who was never raised by a present one. But I won’t pretend that I know how it feels like. I don’t. But since I know regardless of whether he was there or not you will want to understand the man he was, i’ll keep this here for you.

Its been a month now of working with him. Maybe months from now i’ll know him better. But since I don’t know whether I have many more months with him, i’ll just tell you what I’ve gathered so far. 

The first time I heard him mention you, he was telling us how cute you are. Like we were discussing something about a very beautiful lady somewhere when he mentioned how he sires very beautiful girls. With long hair like his mother. But very pretty. He described how all his girls have looks that no beholder can claim otherwise. And on and on he went before we talked of something else. So if you ever wonder if he thought of you; yes he did, if not a lot ,at least enough. 

One thing I loved about him is his genuine laughter. Like in conversations we talked and laughed kawaida tu. But once in a while, he broke out in a laugh that was so pure and genuine for a man his age. The laugh was usually short and without the base that men’s voice carry but not really feminine. Besides the amazing sunsets and nature we saw, his laughter was the most pure and natural thing I experienced during that time of my life. 

He was an above average man when it comes to intelligence. He may not have been the brightest man out there, but he could strategize and plan way ahead of time when it came to the job he had. Which brings me to the next point. 

Your father was a hardworking man. He was the best driver in my calculations that my father ever got. While those before him complained over a lot of work once in a while, I never heard him even once complain. He could let his personal life and social life be negatively affected by his absence but not his work. That man was a diligent one. 

And very loyal and committed too. While he worked with you, he put his heart into your business. That’s what he did with my father. For as long as he was with him, he went out of his way to find more ways of expanding the business, for example, how is the competition doing? Can we improve our way of doing things?. Sometimes he missed the mark with his recommendations, but he tried. 

Your father was funny. Not the kind where those around him keep laughing every time he opens his mouth, but his answers and observations and how he’ll put them left us in stitches at times. 

But one thing, that might be responsible for him not marrying your mother, that you may already know is this; your father loved women above anything else. Women. Were it not for his love for women, he would be a millionaire by now. The guy had a ‘mistress’ in every town. Like every single town we went to, he got a lady who with time could turn to something serious or not. Like women were attracted to him like bees. 

It reached a point we all agreed someone had bewitched him with women and died( in Kamba when someone bewitches you and dies, its nearly impossible to reverse it). Like we could be on the road in some dry place, he hoots to some lady, she comes over, he greets her, tells her a line or two , and next thing you know they are exchanging numbers. Next time we pass there, he has brought her a gift. Next time they are meeting after work somewhere. Like that simple. 

It was his greatest weakness. He knew it. Maybe that’s why he didn’t marry your mother to avoid all the fracas that would ensue due to his cheating ways. So he maintained his single hood, while siring a baby here and there once in a while, and less frequently, staying with a woman as his wife. 

But even then, for reasons best known to him and the universe, he maintained his poison; women. 

And in case you are wondering why i’m not disclosing personal information about him, its because he also rarely talked about himself. Or his personal life. Like he talked a lot( a little less than most extroverts but way more than introverts). You only heard snippets of his life in the middle of a totally different conversation. 

Like the fact that his uncle sold a part of his land inheritance. Or that he was raised in a local church orphanage. And before that he was a street urchin in our small town. Those two points reveal a lot, but unless I hear more, this is all I know about his childhood. 

 I’ll try and keep this updated when learn something new I think you will want to know of. But as of now: this is how I knew your father.