showed up, because he “felt” that he wanted to
see us and at time my young visitor needed to
have some “male input”. And he was right on
time since that youngster was having a problem
keeping his hands to himself. My uncle sat in the
living room, asked the guy all sorts of questions.
Strangely enough, the guy had a totally different
demeanor when speaking with my godfather.
Just his presence alone commanded respect and
let that guy know that someone was looking out
for me and he’d better show some respect.
We lived on the north side and later moved
to the south side and my godfather lived all the
way on the west side. No matter where we lived,
time and space did not stop the reach of the still
small voice to alert him to when we needed him.
He could hear the beat of those spiritual drums
and if that rhythm was one that signaled that
we needed him … he stayed true to that calling.
He taught spiritual principles mostly through his
action.
My godfather is now on spirit side, but he
leaves a legacy in my heart of my Aba, my Father,
my Daddy, my godfather.
Happy Father’s day to all the men who are
fathers to their children or someone else’s
children. I’d like to extend that to all the uncles,
male mentors and positive male role models and
godfathers.
He never was one to fuss or argue. He said
what he needed to say once and did not judge
others. He always tried to see the good in
others and believed in God. On many occasions
he would show up simply to give my mother a
much-needed break. The amazing thing is that
we never called him, he just knew. He shared
his time, wisdom, affection, sense of fun, and
money with us without conditions. He always
loved me and my siblings for who we were and Sesvalah is the author of Speak It Into Exisience
saw the best in each one of us. He pointed me
in the direction of success by teaching me to
believe in myself.