A Note For My Dad
I had a dream last night that I was back in boarding school and that terrorists had infiltrated my school and attacked us. I can’t even begin to describe how terrified I was. My fear of a terrorist attack was recently heightened after I read Adaobi Tricia Uwaubani’s book Buried Beneath the Baobab Tree. This novel is based on interviews with abducted schoolgirls from Chibok.
Reading Buried Beneath The Baobab Tree caused me to weep to the point that my vision became a blur. I understand that how I felt while reading this book was a speck of dust in comparison to how those girls felt.
The highlight of my dream, however, was when my father drove down to pick me up from the chaos, oblivious to the fact that his life was in danger. I made it out of a collapsing building, and a wave of relief washed over me when I saw him standing there. With my father present, I faded into obscurity. He was like a shield for me.
When the car wouldn’t start, he told us to go for a walk around the school. This was strange because people were fleeing for their lives, but you know how strange dreams can be at times. We took a walk around the school in the midst of the chaos, and I wasn’t afraid because I had my father with me.
So, I woke up grateful for my dad. I smiled when I thought of how I disagree with him on a lot of things but I know that I could not have asked for a better dad.
I wrote this note to thank my father and all the other fathers out there who make it their duty to try. Thank you for your time and effort. I was going to give this note to my father, but I figured it’d be better if I just let it float around the internet and hope it does something. Do what? you may ask. I’m not sure.
Watch the full review of buried Beneath The Baobab Tree Here-