I’ve always had my suspicions, but I’ve now got conclusive evidence. Even though he’s in his fifties, he definitely has some striking qualities which I feel gives him the edge I desperately need (I think).
First of all he’s got a crown of bright silver hair which makes him look pretty cool. On my head, however, all you’ll find there is your reflection, a few beauty spots, and a glossy finish. I just have a few strands of silver sprouts in my chin region - so a silver beard is my only hope I guess.
My dad also does ‘the walk’. Let me try to explain it – it’s this confident strut that commands respect gives an air of royalty and sophistication. I walk like I’m being followed closely by FBI agents and many of my friends have complained that they found it difficult to keep up the pace. At least I don’t walk like a penguin.
He drives a popular Toyota car while I drive a South Korean-made car which many Nigerians haven’t heard of (If you haven’t seen my car yet then you can click on this link). My excuse; it gets me from A to B and that’s all that matters.
He’s very soft-spoken and rarely gets angry. I on the other hand can flip quicker than a Romanian gymnast! Just a few daily encounters with my annoying neighbour and all the Okada riders in Lagos are all I need to trigger a fit of verbal diarrhoea.
Well, I’m not going to compete. I’m just going to be the best ‘me’ I can be
(To dad – Don’t let this post get to your head by the time you read it! Lots of love)