My dad was a strong proud African man and in my mind he was a rock; never needed anything from anyone, yet he thrived and achieved great things.
At least from my position as a 9th born child, he did.
Put cattle rustlers to flight, prowled our farm at night and kept wild animals from the crop, donned a veterinary hat and wrestled bulls, was the go-to problem solver of the neighborhood, built our house from scratch and more.
And he did all that without a fuss. Or mush.
Kept his distance and not a whiff of softness.