THIS FATHER'S DAY POST IS FOR YOU - TO THE FATHERS WHO RAISED US RIGHT

 


TO THE FATHERS WHO RAISED US RIGHT 💜
@ Olayinka Dixon (it's okay to follow my page)
THIS FATHER'S DAY POST IS FOR YOU.
(apologies that it is coming late.. but I promise, it was written just for you).. I simply refuse to let this tribute go without my voice.
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THIS POMISES TO BE A LONG POST.
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Yeah. Father's day met me sitting with a lady I met for the first time, listening to her stories of grief and new beginnings for 3+ hours after church. It was Sunday, but I was making calls for her intervention, getting information and offering guidance. I was worn out at the end of it, but glad I met her. She needed to make an immigration appeal. In her confusion, she would have got the date wrong, thinking the date was Thursday, when the last day should be Wednesday. If we don't believe that God works in mysterious ways, we need to rethink the stories of our lives, and how they seem to fit, neatly, regardless of past pain.
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All of Monday 16th June found me in the middle of O'Connell Street. Yes. Some of you remember that street from one of my stories. Yesterday, I had business to conduct just off that street. A Joyful business, nothing like the story I told you about that bridge. lol. But, I returned home very late and tired. That is the second reason this post is late. But, I owe this tribute to all fathers that are like MY father to their children, especially their daughters.
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Happy Father’s Day to the real MVPs, especially the men who raised bold, fearless daughters and never tried to dim their light.
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To my beloved father, 9 years gone!
You raised a woman unafraid of life.
I remember your voice, your values, and your fire.
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In your youth, you used to take my sister and I horse-riding.
You made time to take us to jump on trampolines till we tired out.
You taught us to speak - unhindered.
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I still remember those jackpot machines you used to take us to, somewhere in Zaria, Kaduna, or Jos.
You would hand us bags of coins, and watch us win or lose (we mostly lost). Then you would say:
“Come on, let's go. The game is rigged, you must know when to walk away.”
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That was your lesson in financial prudence. In making wise choices. In being frugal and free.
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Some fathers never truly leave their children.
They just become part of your backbone.
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Your voice, your principles, your strength still echo in my every step - as you whisper fairness. Justice. And an unapologetic standard for excellence.
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Some fathers raise their sons to conquer.
Others raise their daughters to command, to rise, to speak, to dare.
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And let’s be clear - It is not every man that can raise a strong daughter. It takes a lot of strength to raise one
It takes even more strength to let her soar.
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And not every man can marry a Daddy’s Girl.
Daddy did not groom her for every man.
It takes a special kind of grace to marry a Daddy's Girl, because her father already set the standard.
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Today, I celebrate those fathers.
I raise my glass to you all.
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Those fathers who raise girls that know their worth.
Girls who don’t shrink.
Girls who leave legacy footprints.
Daddy’s Girls. Their Fathers’ Daughters.
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💭 Now here is my “random” thought... (and I get loads of these)...
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(Though maybe it’s not so random after all.)
Make of it what you will.
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If it’s okay, or even celebrated, to be a Daddy’s Girl,
Why are some women afraid of a man who loves his mother?
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Is being a “Mother’s Son” really so wrong?
I ask because I truly wonder. 🤔
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Here’s what I believe:
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✅ A real "Mother’s Som" (the healthy kind of Omo Mama eh), grows up to be very emotionally rich.
✅ He knows how to care. To nurture. To listen. To protect.
✅ He has seen a woman love fiercely, and he respects that love in others.
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Where lies the real danger??
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It is not the man who loves / loved his mother.
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The danger is that one who never had a healthy model of womanhood…
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Or worse still - that one who resents women because he never properly experienced a mother’s love. 💁🏽
(Well, that is what I believe. Many boys grow up to be men, refusing their mother's love, treating her with disdain, making her cry night after night.....
THAT IS THE MAN TO BE AFRAID OF...
NOT THE ONE WHO LOVES HIS MOTHER.
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Give me a Mother's Son, any day....
How can you not love a man who cares for his mom?
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🚩 Women, you have nothing to fear from a Mother’s son.
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Rather, fear the man who is an emotionally disconnected boy in a man’s body.
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Strong women are often Daddy’s Girls. Their Fathers’ Daughters.
And strong, men who love deeply and passionately?
Many of them were raised on the knees of strong mothers - with tenderness, love, and truth.
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So let’s break that “Mother’s Boy” stereotype once and for all.
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Because if a man does not honour the first woman who ever loved him,
how will he know how to honour the next woman who comes his way?
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To every father, whether present or remembered -
Thank you for building strong female backbones and for birthing beautiful boldness in skirts.
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You are not just loved.
You can never be forgotten.
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Today, we celebrate you all.
Fathers. Foundations. Forever.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY.
~Dr. Yinka Dixon
Queen of New Beginnings
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FOR REFERENCE:
🔹MVP = Most Valuable Player.
Originally a sports term, now used to celebrate someone who makes a meaningful, powerful impact in any field, including IN family life ❤️ (someone like YOUR dad, perhaps?)
WRITTEN FOR:
for Father's Day 15 June 2025.
posted: 17 June 2025

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Comments

Adaobi Vivian said…
Happy father's day to every father who was present in the lives of their children, I have my bitter and sweet memories of my Dad, but the sweet part is what I choose to keep, I can remember always waiting to welcome my father back from work you may think it's because of the sweet UTC cake he always brings back for me and my siblings no it was because I want to be the one to pull his shoes and sniff his sweaty shirt,it smells weird but I loved it and oh how i loved his food he prepares the best meals he's a very good cook .

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