I had a very close relationship with my dad, we hung out together a lot. People used to mistaken me for his younger brother since I was tall for my age. I remember being in grade 1 and coming back from school only to find out he was not at home. I actually cried like a baby because he had promised me we were gonna go play soccer together that day. I never liked soccer by the way, my dad used to buy me soccer gear and I’d give it away to my cousins… I once got a beating for doing that lol. The only time I’d wear my soccer gear is when we’d play together, so even though I wasn’t the biggest fan of soccer, I was torn with him not being there to take me for another game.
One day we were walking around his place of work, I was 7 or 8 years old I think. He asked, “Son what do you really wanna be in life?” And I said I want to be a singer. I want to write music and perform it. Be like Bob Marley. From that day, my dad started getting me VIP tickets to all the freshers balls that would take place at his work. He used to work at the University of Venda. He was the sweetest, always drove me there and actually hung out with my friends and I the whole evening. I used to walk around backstage feeling like a superstar. Feeling like I actually made it in life hahaha. My friends actually used to laugh and not believe me when I told them I had been hanging out with famous people that weekend.
Anyways, fast forward to when I was 14 years old, I approached my parents about a song I just wrote and told them there’s a producer around the hood who is willing to record me at a price of R180, which was a bit pricey then. My mother didn’t like the idea at first. She sat me down and told me that I have to focus on school and I will do music when I have a degree. Then my dad came and he suggested I be given a chance and see what comes out of it. The song was fire man, where my dad even insisted, “I need to manage you!” I was so happy. He ended up popping out R400 so I can go to a proper studio and record the song. The song did so well at that time, I used to do gigs on weekends and on Thursdays I’d go to Univen Radio for Hip hop battles. It was super fun.
In February 2016, my dad rang me up to find out how I was doing. We ended up talking about music and how I was planning to start writing again. He asked me why I stopped in the first place and I told him I just wanted to spend more time serving at church. This was his exact response, “Son I love that God is using you at church, but remember all you wanted to do was music when you were young and don’t you think that God wants you to use your talent to reach more people in the world?” I was like, “Yeah dad, but I sometimes lack motivation”. He encouraged me not to give up and we ended up agreeing that I will start writing music again soon, but I was waiting for a signal from God lol. You know how christians are at times with waiting on signals? We sit and do nothing thinking that God will appear in robes of white to give us a go ahead. That was me.
I had to travel home in November 2016 because my dad was admitted to the hospital and was critically ill. It was on a Saturday when I visited him, he could barely keep his eyes open. He asked how I was doing and how is the songwriting going. Looking at him, I said, “Well not so well but I am pushing”, then he reminded me of the phone call we had in February and encouraged me to keep going. My father was not a man of much faith but that day he was a different man. I loved how he was trusting God for his healing and how he had so much faith with everything we had been talking about. On Tuesday the 29th of November 2016, I received a call from the hospital saying that my father had graduated from this life and I knew from that moment that God has been speaking to me through my old man. It was tough and sad that my dad had to leave us that early but I am forever grateful to God for using him to remind me that there is more that He wants to do with and through me. I’m also grateful and love the fact that I get up everyday to do what I love.
Are you listening to God when He speaks to you through your loved ones? I can’t imagine where I’d be today if I didn’t listen. I pray whatever season you currently in, you’d have God speaking moments that remind you of dreams you’ve perhaps locked away and forgotten about.