Is blood thicker than water? – By Simphiwe
Mandla Malunga
It was midweek in the afternoon as I was
following my daily routine at the school residence, right on the spot my
emotions were triggered.
Their absence took the same years as my age and
lately they decided to reach out to me. I became inquisitive immediately when
she mentioned my mother’s name, after she had consistently asked me about my
roots which are foreign to me.
At age twenty (20) the young lady whom had long
searched for her brother had finally found him through Facebook, a social
network. As I answered enthusiastically every question that the young lady
posed to me deep down I knew this was my paternal sister. I was familiar to the
saga that my biological father was a polygamist and a traditional healer which
he still is. The little sister who caught me by surprise when she confirmed
that indeed we were siblings amazed me when she said, ‘‘our father once
mentioned that he has a total of thirty three (33) children although some have
passed on’’.
Since my mother was the only affirmation, all
that was left was for me to ask her about my biological father despite the fact
that during the course of my questioning I was stirring unhealed wounds as this
precious woman like many other strong women had raised me into becoming the man
that I am today without ‘‘my father’s’’ presence. I abstractly terminated contact
to this little sister for some time whom I recently found as I figured that she
would try creating some contact between me and my ‘‘father’’. Heavens help me! Like most children would be
thrilled into finding out that their biological fathers were still alive and
they had siblings out there, I wish that was the case too in my life instead I
found it hard to be cheerful.
Harsh as it may sound I honestly wish things
could go back to normal, me knowing that I have a father out there who just isn’t
keen on standing up to his responsibilities. Some say there’s always two sides
of the story, in my case ‘‘my father’’ could have already showed attempts of
reaching out and calling my cellular phone by now as months have passed by
since he has been in possession of my contact numbers according to my paternal
sister. So, what would be the reason of him not calling? Could it be that he
lacks bravery? Could it be that he is
not in possession of my contact details? Only the pot knows how hot the fire
is.
To all men out there, stand up to your
responsibilities and avail yourselves to your own children and for the chosen
few that live up to their responsibilities HATS OFF. I plead to all men that
they ought not to plant seeds in every part of the earth and in turn flee as if
those seeds did not belong to them. Are children still regarded as being
blessings despite the absence of their fathers?
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