The manager qualities

MY DADDY

Imagine a little boy leaving the comforts of his hometown in the heights of World War II during communism to join his parents to help raise his siblings within a community so disparately different and then by God's grace his own family. I remember ...his smiling face, his love for birds and fishes, his deep love for everyone. I remember ...his loud voice on the phone with friends family & neighbours. I remember ...him working very hard and making sacrifices I remember ...him taking us to church I remember ...him as a faithful and obedient son. Now to bring a long story to a quick end, he lived a simple life from humble beginnings to a happy ending! I can go on to describe the best of my father but time doesn't permit, nor does the fit of superior teachings with that of his inferior life. For how can I describe him as visionary when he wasn't perhaps quite as in my most honest opinion, he otherwise might have been filthy rich and I would have been a 'spoilt brat' So the simplest explanation of his visionary life was that his family should be educated because the government in those days instilled education as a way out of poverty. He was no astute businessman, he worked for the extended rather than a nuclear family as dictated by the cultural norms of his times. He had no worldly ambitions, for as bold as I am to daresay he never had the Caribbean spirit to be a Caribbean man for he never had eyes for common women other than my mother, the uncommon woman. So in this sense, he was pragmatic. An exemplar of hard-work and I cant think of anyone he'd have coached to be as hard-working other than my special extra-ordinary brother who also passed on from this life. This will be my next blog. Hope you enjoy reading about my past as much I did enjoy writing!