Last weekend, I took time off work as part of the Father’s Day celebration to support my son at a football tournament. It was another opportunity to cheer him on, bond over the sport he loves, and hopefully see his team succeed.
But what unfolded wasn’t just about football—it became a deeply personal reminder of what it means to grow, stumble, and be held accountable. A lesson in humility. In reflection. In legacy. A moment
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In my last post, Legacy in Motion, I shared how I’ve tried to shape legacy not just through effort, but through presence—those early morning runs with my son, showing up tired but intentional, building habits that shape character. But legacy isn’t only built through routine and visible commitment.
One of my children may be what some might describe as “special needs”—though we’ve received no formal diagnosis. As his father, I see the
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The alarm goes off. It’s early. Too early. But I get up anyway—because I’ve made promises I intend to keep.
Most mornings, before the sun fully rises, I’m out running with my kids. It’s our ritual. Just us, pounding pavement, trading stories between breathes. It’s not just exercise—it’s presence. It’s connection. It’s fatherhood in motion.
After that comes breakfast, school runs, work meetings, tight pharmacy deadlines—and the constant race to get back in time
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Loss is a strange thing. It’s hard to explain and even harder to carry. It lingers—quietly, persistently—like a shadow. As a pharmacist, I spend much of my time helping people manage pain. But there’s a kind of pain no prescription can touch—the ache of losing someone who shaped your world in unseen ways.
That’s what I felt when I heard about the passing of Ravi Zacharias.
To say I grieved would be putting it
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It was a Monday evening and I politely refused to undertake another end-of-day task. These tasks were always presented in the form of polite requests and quite sadly, just before the end of my shift. Prior to this incident, I will politely accept despite my head telling me not to. Sometimes, it means I get to finish late, and worse still, I get home when my kids are already asleep. On certain occasions, I will take the work
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My son (7) had come to visit me at my workplace. My wife brought him to see me after several days of late homecoming. She was fed up with my son asking where I was. I was up and gone before he woke up in the morning and he was fast asleep by the time I return at night.
It was indeed a delight to see him after so many days and the feeling of delight
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My name is Kelly-Kester. 
‘Influential fathers’ was created to help fathers and aspiring fathers to become FATHERS of GREATER INFLUENCE. Fathers play an important role in every society but many fathers are workaholics and are increasingly overwhelmed by the demands of competing priorities. This usually affect their level of influence in the life of their children and beyond their home.
