Letter to my father

Hi its me again, remember me? the sperm that shot up your darling wife’s uterus. The wife you promised eternity.
Hi its me again, and I damn well know I have introduced myself but let me eat my cake and have it, or I can’t have this too? like the happiness you promised us that ran further away the moment you told us of his visit.
For the third time hi father, remember me ? I have replayed this scene in my head over and over and over again, the look in your face and the speed my heart would run.
I have just one question, I know you would be expecting more, But I have just one.
Do you regret having me? having us? getting married? And yes I know I said just one but goddamn it, with how many strings you have pulled, how could you expect just one.
And yes I see your hands clinched by your side, but I dare you.. I God damn dare you to lift one finger on me. this is not the child you once pat to bed or the little kid that whimpered when you picked up your belt to teach a lesson
Hi. This is me, the strong woman you raised. Yes this is me, her strengths built from your lies and deciet. Yes this is me and this is what I have become.
A fearless lioness molded and formed from the ashes of a broken coward who litters a loving family with shame and his ungroomed pride.
Yes this is me and I dare you, I dare you to shut me up this time.
My heart broken and spat out from my mouth, is it fair that after you have made me lose hope on the male gender, I’d have to lose hope on humanity too.
And I have to listen to this same words from society, “don’t mind her, she got daddy issues”. And I wonder to myself maybe they are right, I do have daddy issues. But I am not the one with the problem, it is you.
You who have refused to see reason, but chosen to neglect a family that have done nothing but love you, if I am this much traumatised, I fear for my little brother, who is just figuring out that his father might be a lunatic.
And even right now. I have spat enough poison to cover up the little pride you hold high, like a peacock without wings, you wont soar high but it is certain, it is certain that you will rip what you sow.
Hi! Its me father
Yours truly
Your seed.

Written by: Ochuwa Hope

About the Author
Ochuwa Hope Akhanemhe is a 400 level student of Delta state university, Abraka Studying Medical Biochemistry and Genetics.
She is first of five children and a native of Auchi, Edo state. She is a freelance writer, a feminist, an aspiring philanthropist and a lover of God. She is famous for her deep and passionate writing, making sure to pass emotion felt into paper. She is currently working on a number of projects which includes a book (name undisclosed) which will be published soon.
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