26/09/2025
đ The day I called a king âDaddyâ⌠đ
The first time I ever met a king⌠letâs just say I broke all the royal protocols. đ
I was an undergraduate on research work, and part of the requirement was to seek the kingâs permission and gather some history of the area.
So, after the usual âKabiyesi oooâ and respectful kneeling, I stood up confidently, sat down⌠and addressed the king as Daddy! đ
Blame it on my English/Yoruba combo flowâI was vibing, and the king was nodding along.
Midway into our discussion, one of his aides couldnât take it anymore:
âEh, young lady, you donât sit to address a king. And you certainly donât call him Daddy!â
That was my cue to quickly adjust, apologise, and switch gears.
But hereâs the twistâthe king wasnât offended. He was actually enjoying my gist like a proud father. I saw the fatherly side of royalty that day, and it stuck with me.
đ Have you ever met a king before? How did it go?
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