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Far too often this day is tainted by the debate on single mother’s celebrating Father’s Day. No woman can claim this day as her own because genetically she cannot own it. We’re not fathers. We can’t be fathers, we can’t give our children what a father can, just like a man can’t provide what a mother can.

We are unwittingly promoting to our daughters that a man is not necessary and grooming our sons to be  deadbeats in development  by claiming the role of father at any given point.


It’s ego and regret that makes women latch on to these non sensical antics.

Instead of hijacking testosterone, a mother should sit her child down on father’s day and explain why he isn’t in their lives, uplift the man if he’s deserving, uplift the child if he’s not.

I know so many amazing Fathers, beginning with my own and I apologize on behalf of the embittered who won’t or can’t see the forest for the trees.

Women are known to be the root of our communities, what we often fail to understand or acknowledge is roots can only spring forth from the seeds you sow.


To every man blessed to have a child or children; whether they carry your name, carry your blood or just carry the love you’ve introduced into their lives; please know that YOU are the difference makers.

A father’s hands till the strength a young man will need to handle his own, a young woman will need for discernment. Your mouth cultivates their thoughts. Your arms will be the base in which they camp their protection. Through a father’s  eyes children will see the road toward morality.


You are the source, resource, and the guider of the course. You maintain balance, integrity, discipline and strength for our children to become self sufficient community oriented educated adults with a functionality to ensure the cipher continues.

You are the generation groomers and every fiber of a fathers being holds worth. Not only are you needed; you are an absolute  requirement.


Thank you Father’s and welcome Father’s to be.


About The "SoKey" Experience

Each morning I wake I pour myself into a goblet, slowly inhaling the scent of my own faults, swirling them around the glass, allowing them to breath, then I sip, allowing my own inconsistencies to soak my tongue before swallowing. If I am tipsy from my own frailties - I'm less likely to become drunk on yours. -SoKey (introspection)


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