A proud father about his kids: Mr. Bikosa

I have not had time to write about my late father since he died. It is not that I have been too busy to do this. I write by instinct and somehow, that had not come to me until now. I will write this for myself. Then I will get another time to write another piece for my brothers and sisters, my mother, and perhaps other people. I will. There are many things to write about CHB. Most of it is fantastic stuff.

See a photo of Dad and Peter here. Peter is my youngest brother. He enjoyed Dad's love. There are things any first son would write about an excellent father. I looked up to my CHB so much. I trusted him fully. I still do. In my life now after 40 years, I have not found anyone that trusted me like my father. He was so sure I was on the right track. His sort of trust in me and the rest of his children was scary. My father believed in his heart that I was an upright man. My father even boasted among his peers that we his children were cool. I listened to him many times saying this. Sometimes he said these things after a bottle or two. Some of you will not understand this. CHB despised bad behavior to the core of his nerves. As his first son, I know how much he wanted me to be disciplined at school. He made it a point to introduce me to teachers and school heads.