Robyn😈

I rarely post my dad but allow me say this today. Unlike many parents, my father worries about me a lot. My late night drives, sleepless nights, Kampala stress, business pressure, chilled beers with friends ,he thinks about all that more than I do. Every time we meet, he advises. And yet, in a whole year, we meet only a few times because of my schedule and his work. Even when he comes to Kampala, somehow we still miss each other. Recently, he told me, “Don’t risk yourself too much. Get a good, well-behaved girl to work with you, build with you… and maybe even bless me with a grandchild.” I laughed so hard because the way he said it was funny but deep down I know he’s speaking from a place of love, care, and experience. Sometimes I think of telling him to retire, but honestly he’s still too young and energetic. Some people even think he’s my elder brother when we walk together. But one thing I’ve realized: It’s a blessing to have parents who truly believe in you. This man has seen every version of me: From what they called a drug addict To a musician To a comedian To a Kampala street boy To a marketeer To an employee And now… a CEO. He never gave up on me. May God bless our parents 🙏