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A BETTER MAN MAKES A HAPPY FATHER!

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Having a child is not enough to be counted as a father.

It takes  more than being called daddy to be a father.
It takes more than impregnating a woman to be a father.
It takes more than having a manhood to be a father
A father is a better man.
A better man to his child.
A better man to his child's mother.
A better man to his child's sisters.
A better man to his child's brothers.
A better man to his child's aunt's and uncles.
A better man to his child's neighbor's.
A better man to his child's friends.
A better man to his child's nannies and domestic staffs.
On an on, the list goes...
Lastly, a better man to himself.

Because every step you take
Every move you make

The child is watching
Learning
Imitating

Make one wrong step, and one wrong move...
The child copies!

Your life isn't for you alone anymore.
You have to understand this.

Be a better man to every woman!
Most importantly, the mother of your child
And when the child grows...

He won't have an excuse to be the wrong kind of man, to every woman!

Happy Father's day to all men, both the young and the old!

Be a better man!
A better man makes a happy father!

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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