By Bunmi Oke
“Oh, now that’s your ‘date’? Phew! Someone old enough to be your father!”
”It’s not what you think, Honey. Just hear me out…,” blocking the restaurant’s entrance.
I’m heedless. My next actions seem fast-forward, while my thinking is slow motion.
My clenched fist raised and going all street fight style, I ignore whatever tries to remind me that patience is the fruit of the Spirit. Approaching from behind, I disregard the Voice of restraint, until a sucker punch on his temple clears the eyes. My eyes.
But not soon enough for my girlfriend’s “That’s my Dad!” to be of any use.
Yes…Amen, Sister Bunmi Okii…Even Western girls have to endure this grotesque reality about their father-units…
Oh well, don’t they? Thanks for the comment.
Or. Brother, Bunmi…
*smiles* It’s all right.
End of Relationship or whatever
Certainly. Hahaha.
Thanks for the time.