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I MURDERED MY SON
My name is kwesi, a well-respected medical doctor with all
the good accolades you can confer on my profession. Married to a very beautiful
and smart woman, Ama also a lawyer by profession. I wouldn’t say our marriage has always been
flowery, we have had our ups and downs and we enjoyed every bit of it.
God blessed us with 3 cute children, 2 boys one girl. Kwadwo
is an electrical engineer, kwabena a banker and Adwoa followed my steps to
hospital wards and theatres for surgery. I should be proud of myself I guess.
All this while I
thought I needed a Nobel prize for being the best father to my kids , but Adwoa
proved me wrong when she shared a secret with me.
Kwabena my second child seemed like the odd one amongst my
children. Kwadwo and Ama were quite
smart, kwabena too but his report cards always got us doubting.
I thought as a father, and with such respect in society there was
no way my children shouldn’t succeed. So I tried my maximum best to give them
the required training.
I remember one night with my children where I screamed at
kwabena for showing me a drawing. He was startled and surprised because he had
never seen that side of his dad. That wasn’t the first time he was showing me a
drawing though, but I was tired of seeing them.
Kwadwo and Ama were having the
records in school. It made me very proud as a father. Kwabena was not winning
awards but he was good.
Spoke to Ama about kwabena to watch him with extra care,
thinking we were doing him the parental good. We forced books on him, gave him
to various teachers to be thought and at last he brought smiles to our faces.
Kwabena had now stopped drawing, writing poems and those
things he loved so much. He went through the various levels of education and
with our advice ventured into administration. This field of study landed him
his current job as a banker.
I never knew I had so much effect on kwabena that the least
action I took on him had a long term effect on his life. He is grown now, rich
from his own labour and married to a pretty nurse Akua.
Little did I know
kwabena all this while hated himself for what he has become. This was seen in
how he treated co-workers, his own children and sometimes his wife.
My son was a true artist, one whose work you will surely
love and admire. I shattered those dreams with just a shout in a night and
those memories never left kwabena. He now lives a life full of vinegar, bitter
to taste. Never happy and satisfied with his achievement at work because he
never had the courage to put himself out there.
I saw kwabena reject a lot of leadership roles in life even
up until now because his confidence level still remains 0.
Yes kwabena is alive but to him he died at age 6, and I
blame myself for his murder. I knew I wanted my kids to succeed ,I knew I had to
provide for them but I never meant to murder kwabena.
My excuse has always been
the scripture Proverbs 22:6 show the child the way he should go and he/she will
not depart from it.
I guess I misunderstood “the” for “my”. And just that level
of misunderstanding saw me burry my kwabena at age 6.
Am sorry son please find
it in your heart to forgive me.
Let this squabble end with just us. The
children have their own lives to lives. Again it’s the way, not a way, or my
way, or your way.
The article THE is a definite one, meaning very specific, so
only help them locate THE way and you won’t have to write this long essays like
am doing.
Parents and potential parents, the influence we have on our
children is GOD given, we can either use if for good or otherwise. It will be
in our own interest to know that we will surely account for the lives of our
children.
Mind you, they are gifts from GOD and GOD does not give irrelevant
gifts. Gifts are always for equipping just as how Ephesians 4:11-16 puts it. Once again let’s help them locate THE way.
Thank you and stay
blessed.
Your
murder,
DAD
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