The stories he told me, the walks we took together; and those times I heard him singing for me, as I sat on his shoulders.

They were separated, but nothing could detach my heart from my father; I often will go see him to or from errands – but I prefer my daylong visits to him. Oh!

The day he told how much those visits meant to him; and the blessing he poured on him – blessing pouring on me from his person/office as my father.

This time I was 10! As I was about leaving, he delayed me a bit, went inside and brought me, a big handkerchief full of money.

As he handed me the money, I heard him saying, for treating me as a father go and be very wealthy.

It took years for me to know the significance, there is power in the father’s blessing.

Today I’m 50! See how long it took me to share about my father.

(I throw you the challenge, tell the world the good about your father)