My Dearest Dad: Tribute to Alhaji Musa Musawa (I)
- Sulaiman Umar
- 24 Mar, 2024
- 508
By Hannatu
Musawa
My Dearest Dad,
As I try to pen down some sort of tribute for you, I can
only think of beginning by telling you how much I miss you and just how much I
love you.
You have always been the most important part of my entire
life, and you will remain in my heart for all of eternity. Now that you are no
longer with us, I know that my life just isn’t ever going to be the same
without you. You were everything to me and did so much for me. You have been my
guardian angel since I was a child and there will never be a day that I will
not think about you and pray for you. Upon hearing the news of your passing, my
heart shattered into a million pieces. I am in pain. The sort of pain that has
taken a grip on me and seems determined to suffocate me.
This is by far the most devastatingly heart-ripping and
life-altering incident I’ve ever experienced. And I am aware that the
heartbreak of losing you may never leave me. While I hope that time is a great
healer, I don’t think I will get over this agony. My greatest fear has always
been how I would be able to navigate life without you. But as much as I love you,
I know that Allah loves you more. The concept of Tawakkul, the Islamic concept
of reliance on God and trusting in God’s plan will have to be my comfort and
healing. I will remain prayerful, faithful, grateful and comforted knowing how
much you positively affected my life, our family and the lives of so many
others.
Dad, not only were you my father, but you were also my
greatest role model, my hero, my inspiration, and my rock. Even though every
day I communicated to you how grateful and lucky I was to have had you as a
father, I feel as if you didn’t know how much I appreciated everything you
represented in my life.
As I sit here writing what will be the hardest article I
have ever written, I want to tell you Dad, just how much your struggles and
hard work have been appreciated by your “little girl.” I would want the world
to know how much of a good father you have been and I would want the strong
bond between us to serve as an inspiration to all. I’m writing these words with
the hope that they would be worthy of you.
Dad, I had come to learn that in the real world, where
domination, bigotry, oppression, dishonesty, and corruption intertwine with all
aspects of our lives, there are no easy, uncomplicated sources of inspiration.
But there are lessons. I have always looked to you for those lessons about how
to struggle against immorality and dishonesty, as well as for lessons about the
structures of prejudice and chauvinism that I was confronted with in a highly
dogmatic and sexist atmosphere.
In your example and lessons, I have been able to find both
inspiration and warning, inseparably tied. When I think of your story as you
have often told me, at first glance, it looks deceptively like a bootstraps
tale of hard-won success and class mobility. But I think your resolve,
opportunities and identity were shaped by much more than that. And in your
biography that we were writing together, the world will be able to see your
story through your eyes. Dad, I promise you that I am now more determined to
finish that project and publish your book.
Oh yes, I remember every bit of your story… You were born
in Bichi, Kano state on April 1, 1937. Your mother, Mallama Habiba, was a
religious young lady from Musawa, Katsina state, who passed away when you were
just a baby. Your father, Mallam Ahmadu, never remarried after the loss of your
mother and you were sent to your mother’s village in Musawa to live with your
aunty, Hajiya Alje, a true woman of substance who instilled a sense of
independence, confidence and focus on you.
To be continued next edition.