My Father

My father is one of many characters that has made my life what it is. The hand that has shaped and molded my personally, what he said, says or did,do or is doing in my adolecent, child hood and my growing into an adult. He loves me and that is enough said.
As a child i will admit this, i feared the my man so much; i would rather go through beating after beating by my mother than go through a scolding from my father, he never used a cane on me (at least not then), or even beat me with his hands, but his shout was enough to give way to tears.
I saw my father change character, principle time after time so much it made me spin.
One day he would want me to be honest and tell the truth and another when we travel he would lie outright to the police check point(in his defence it's fustrating to be stopped and searched time and time again in a long journey).
My father taught me one principle that has not left my lips, 'don't give up, never say you can't do it until you've tried and tried again'.
My friends equally fear him, one asked if he was in the army, or intelligence or a politican; Frankly i believe he could have been anyone of those if not all at thesame time.
Yes he could also be a pain in the royalty, he can ask or be over demanding, he says no to every thing until you fought for it (I never really won, cause to him i would be rude or something else)
In him i see myself, maybe not in character cause i have my mother partly to blame for my character. In his sesitive and self sacrificing ways he has shown me that he loves me so much.
And i love him too for that.....