My Dad

so,what about my dad?
what's so interesting about my dad that i had to put it down in my diary and post it on my blog?
good today is his birthday.jesus!
thinking of that, september 10 of every year, and this one, what's his age again?(?)
Anyway, If I 've to say something about my dad, I would say
He love us.
period.
me, jesse, mariam(ife), and our little cousin; johnson.
He just love us.
He listens, He advices, he even share our dreams.
that's just about the best a Dad can do.
If he loves you, listen to you, talk with you, gives you advice and share your dreams and aspiration!
then trully he is your father.
Eachtime I cook up my dream, each time I add or remove or modify my vision in anyway, He is the first person to know. He may not be one of those fathers who have midas' finger who gave their children all they wanted or wish for, but something he gave me, is ambition.
When i was young, something around six or seven, my dad will show us the pictures of Bill Gate and some sport guys like woods and other guys then who have made it in their respective fields. Being not a sport guy the picture of Bill stuck to my memory like stickers on windowpane(and mr Bill lived up to the task by staying on top for so long).
He stuck there.
My idea is, if you are not as rich as bill, you are not rich.
If you cannot donate 1 billion dollars to charity you are not kind.
If you do not surpass His record, you are a failure.
In my mind, it became the Bill Gate standard.
And it did help in so many ways. my philosophy of life sprang up from my ambition.Money that is not up to a billion dollars has no value in my mind. and what's the use of money if people around you are still poor? it became my quest! My dream, My goal, not to surpass mr Bill, but to set a new standard.

So if in the next decade, I realise this dream, then you should know it's a DREAM FROM MY FATHER.