Holding the bundle of joy,
Swaddled in my mother's wrapper,
Only one though came to mind,
Father of a daughter, me? Goodness!
I remember the first time that I held my daughter back in 2015. It was surreal, magical, dreamlike. I still look at her, today, tugging at my beards, pulling my ears and screaming, "Daaaaaaaaaddie, I want water!" And think to myself that I actually do not deserve this honour.
*TIWATOPELODOOLUWA in Yoruba means, "We are thankful to God."