FATHERHOOD
In all the acclimatization of this whole fatherhood thing, I still hate the sight and smell of poo. Steph tried numerous times to teach me how to change the baby’s diaper but I was never interested. Excuses never ran out from my archive. Why should I learn when I know she’s not leaving anytime soon…I mean… why is she the mother? My avalanche of excuses kept coming until few days ago when my mother came to visit; I learnt to change diaper the hard way. Steph had gone to the market with my mother and the baby was sleeping in her cradle; she gave me her food and all she needed in case she wakes up. But I guess Steph left out details. Or perhaps, I wasn’t listening. Maybe I didn’t pay full attention to details. I was caught in my oblivious. Believe it or not, the baby woke up with deafening cry the very moment they left home. I picked her up to rock her back to sleep only to catch the whiff of the one thing I dread the most. My soul almost left my body. I qui...