I CAN’T HIDE MY DAD

The truth is, I cannot write differently from my dad’s objectives. My pen will only push the goals of my dad to whoever gets to read my copies.

I’m here to find you

Whatever took you away from home, no matter how sincere and genuine it presents itself, is against your soul and spiritual well-being.

DAD, hug and tell me I’ll be fine

I used to enjoy my regular communion with my father – such great moments of soul refreshing and reassuring.

This continued until I heard and paid full attention to a stranger’s voice.

Surely, the stranger came with strange ideas, and by the time he was done with me, I had become a stranger, first to myself, and soon to my father.

The undying hope of Baba forbids me to think you’ll never be back. If our Daddy won’t give up on you, why should I?

Papa thought he was mature enough to manage the resources, until he said: