A wise man once said “anyone can be a father but it takes an exceptional human being to be a dad”. Such is the general consensus our society shares of fatherhood that biology by itself is not the only determinant to being a great father.
Ignorance meets ghetto fabulous with the following random Christian names that people actually take bus or drive to register their offspring with. Back in the day we could accept that it was the poor registered nurses who messed up the kids’ names but unfortunately this no longer holds true. It is the parents themselves who put these ‘beast of burdens’ on their own children for reasons I have yet to fathom.
If you’re a fan of Steve Wilkos like myself then you see them almost every week day, telling lies on their baby father and former husbands as they are women scorned and dripping with venom. Their men have moved on and they are royally incensed so they make things up to totally destroy the lives of these men.
So by now everybody knows I have one child, a daughter, the apple of my eye and the joy of my heart. But all my adult life I have been besieged by people who keep telling me that one pickney a nuh pickney and that I need to have more. This really rose to an overwhelming crescendo when I got married because now they said I had to ensure that I gave my husband a child as we had to have one joint between us. Like seriously?