Where Fathers Keep Their Joy
Editorial Note
Three men sat for these conversations who will almost certainly never meet.
One directs pharmaceutical services. One chairs a senior staff association. One runs a lotto stand. Between them sit the distances a society knows how to make: education, income, standing, the kind of room each man is invited into.
They were asked what makes them proudest.
They answered differently. But beneath their words was the same answer.
The Director
Dr. Oyetunde Ajayi, Director of Pharmaceutical Services:
“One of the proudest moment is seeing your offspring make great success and watching them grow. I had a child one time that she was just like three KG from birth and some were even less than that and you watch them grow from tiny little creature to big people. It’s a source of joy.”
He remembers a birth weight.
Not a promotion. Not a title. Not a career milestone. Three kilogrammes, and a child who was smaller than most.
Tiny little creature to big people. That is not the language of a hospital. It is the language of a man still surprised by something he has watched happen with his own eyes.
He is the Director of Pharmaceutical Services. Yet the measurement he returns to is the one that never stopped astonishing him.
Three Different Worlds
One father speaks from a hospital. One from a staff association. One from a roadside stand.
Different worlds. About as different as one city can make them.
The same emotional language.
The Sub-Agent
Mr. David Obinna Okezie, a lotto sub-agent:
“Like as I am here now I am here because I love my family. I am here myself so that they will be comforted and their comfort is what I derive joy from. I mean, we have struggled.”
Consider where he is standing when he says it. At his post. Working.
We have struggled.
He does not dress it up. He does not ask for sympathy either. He says it as though he is stating an ordinary fact, then returns to what matters most to him.
Their comfort is what I derive joy from.
Not the work. Not what the work has bought him. The comfort it brings to the people he loves.
The Chairman
Comrade Omoniyi Olalekan, Chairman of the Senior Staff Association, Federal Neuropsychiatric Hospital, Yaba, Lagos, told a longer story. It begins with a request he could not meet.
“My son told me about getting a new phone. It was around four hundred and fifty thousand and I don’t have such money.”
Most accounts of fatherhood would stop there, with the shortfall. His does not.
“I felt okay, I’m going to make it a surprise for him.”
He found another way. He financed the phone through instalments, having just told his son he did not have the money.
Then he carefully planned the surprise so that his son would not see it coming, sending the parcel to the car park and telling the household it was a cap that needed taking to his tailor.
The errand came at an inconvenient time. His son had somewhere else to be, and the family did not yet understand why collecting the parcel seemed so important. Comrade Olalekan chose not to explain, because explaining would have ended the surprise.
So the father who had taken the phone on instalments spent that morning listening to everyone explain why the errand was inconvenient.
“They got there, they now found out it was a phone, not a cap. Later my son said, ‘Daddy, I’m very sorry.'”
Consider what the whole episode required of him. A financial commitment he had chosen to take on, for a sum he had just said he did not have. A surprise he had to plan and sustain alone. And a morning spent making a request nobody fully understood, because the explanation was the one thing he could not give them yet.
He tells it as one of the good days.
The Same Answer
Not one of them located his joy in money, promotion, possessions, or title. Two of them hold titles worth naming, yet neither title became the centre of the story. Not one mentioned being thanked. Not one described a moment in which he was the subject rather than the witness.
What these conversations reveal is a dimension of fatherhood that can easily go unspoken: the deep personal fulfilment many fathers find in the growth, comfort, and happiness of those they love. Ask a father what makes him proudest, and he answers by describing another person.
The rule introduced in Article One taught a boy to keep his feeling out of sight so that he could encourage others. Here is that same orientation years later, in men concealing nothing at all. They are simply pointed outward.
That is why the distance between these three men matters so little. A director, a staff association chairman, and a sub-agent, separated by profession, income, and standing, and the formation reached them all.
We often measure men by occupation, income, education, or status. Yet when these men were invited to speak about what matters most, those differences became remarkably small.
The Reciprocal
A father who speaks this way rarely begins with a claim of his own. Ask him how he is, and he will tell you how his children are. He is not deflecting the question. He understands it to have been answered.
That is not a fault to be corrected. It is a strength that has rarely been returned.
In the end, Comrade Olalekan’s son understood what his father had been trying to do and apologised. But that understanding came after the parcel was opened, once the thought and effort behind it became visible. Until that moment, he simply appeared to be a father making a request whose importance was not yet understood.
Much of fatherhood happens in that interval, before the parcel is opened.
Before anyone sees the sacrifice, someone has usually lived it.
These conversations reinforce why the Foundation believes supporting men requires structured intervention: work that strengthens emotional wellbeing, resilience, restoration, and healthy relationships throughout adulthood.
But families and communities can return something too, and it costs very little.
Ask a father a question about himself. Not about his children, not about his work, not about what he is providing. About him.
Then wait.
The first answer will be about somebody else. The second answer often tells you who the father really is.
And that second answer is worth waiting for.
That is where many fathers keep their joy. Not in possessions. Not in titles. Not in applause. In watching the people they love grow.
About the Series
The Voices of Fathers is a Learning Hub Documentation Series by Elizabethan H&H Foundation, developed from documented conversations with fathers from diverse professions, backgrounds, and communities across Lagos State.
Each contributor participated with their consent and spoke in a personal capacity. Institutional affiliations are included solely for identification and do not represent the views of their respective organisations.
The series forms part of the Elizabethan Learning Hub, the Foundation’s official knowledge and documentation platform established to preserve lived experiences, professional observations, evidence-informed reflections, and documented learning relating to the boy-child, boys and men, and the environments that shape their development and wellbeing.
By preserving authentic voices, The Voices of Fathers contributes to a growing body of knowledge that encourages deeper understanding of fatherhood and supports healthier conversations around boys, men, families, and society.
Papas dey try 👏
God bless every father and father-figure!
A powerful reflection on fatherhood. So much of a father’s love and sacrifice happens quietly, often finding joy in the growth, comfort, and happiness of his children. ❤️
Father’s are one of the greatest gift we have, they are reflections of strength, courage and leadership. God bless all the great father’s out there.
Three men. Three very different lives. Yet their definition of wealth sounded remarkably similar: seeing the people they love do well.
Perhaps one of the quietest sacrifices of fatherhood is that a man can spend years making other people’s happiness his own. But who asks about his?
The most powerful part of this piece is that none of the fathers spoke about themselves first. Their joy had become inseparable from the wellbeing of others.
A father shouldn’t only be remembered for what he provided after he’s gone. He should be loved, appreciated, listened to and celebrated while he’s here. ❤️
A profound reminder of what truly matters. A father’s greatest legacy is always seen in the strength and happiness of the children he raises.
So much of being a father is about loving behind the scenes. The sacrifices are rarely announced, but the joy is overwhelming every time you see your kids thrive, safe and happy in the life you helped shape
Fatherhood is quiet sacrifice and unseen strength. A dad doesn’t need the spotlight; his joy is simply seeing his children shine
What a powerful reflection on fatherhood. Beyond titles, income, and social status, these men are united by love for their families.💙
Sometimes the greatest sacrifices are the ones nobody sees until much later. This article captures that reality so well. 👏